It’s all cool

Of course, it’s all cool to take another shot

It’s your birthday, it’s your night

It’s your life

It’s your friends, it’s your youth

It’s your stomach, it’s your liver

It’s just one weekend… and another, and another

 

It’s all cool to have another stick

It’s your lungs, it’s your puff of smoke

It’s your high

Just another, and another

 

It’s all cool to have another one

It’s just a night

No one has to know

No one will remember

All you need the next day

Is a nice, cold shower

 

Of course, it’s all cool

Until you’re all tubes and wires

And one with the bed

But not one with the fact that maybe

You could have stopped that next shot

That next stick

That next night

That the last could have been your last

And you wouldn’t end up here

Without any choice

Chained with the haunt of beeps

Telling you about your life