in a mash pit full of mis fits

he bang my heart like that banjo
stand in the crowd at that disco
hangout in dj booth 
entertaining the wisdom of the youth 
never though i stand there 
soaking up the atmoshere 
it smell like magic , people full on alcohol look so cool

i really really it here , the only place where nobody stare 

in the mash pits of the mis fits 

at the bar where all the hipsters hang

every chics want to know if he is a good kisser 

i wonder if he is a good listern 

the boys secretly want to be him 

the girls wait at the parking lot 

he walk around with a harem 

around him , never know who to trust 

some people are just there for the clout 

but im not about that , i just want to chat