Lose Ourselves

He's sweet.
He's a 4.0 student.
He met a girl.
He met her friends.
He joined their clique.
He fell in love.
He changed his style.
He thought he was cool.
Ditched the dorky polos and baggy kahki shorts.
Traded in tennis shoes for sneakers.
Traded in homework for weed.
Traded who he really is for bullshit.
Traded his life in for a taste of being juvenile.
She saw straight through his fucking games.
Life fucked him over now he's gone.
As he wakes up in the morning with a pounding headache and alcohol pulsing through his veins he remembers what he's lost.
He remembers that he's lost.
But who gives a fuck.
The keg of beer isn't empty yet and the Arctic Monkeys haven't stopped singing.
Lets lose Ourselfs.