Notebook. - 6. Nightclub [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

It's the warm and the comfort feel that I wore in the mud
Worms still, swarm me, it's lust foreal
Still sore from the sunburn. Heal
Went searching and fell face-down in the dirt; stayed there cause I hate smiles
Shake hands with a saint
Turn around and wash my hands in the sink. We couldn't ever relate
Pulled down the stairway as heaven awaits
Oh, I bet it. fake. pretended we'd get in the gates together, but I never meant to be late
Better late than never, but this time is pro-longed
He's so gone. I'm an old cause
In a mix of dimmed lights and slow songs that fit right within this whole art of closed-off roads that junkies sniff coke on
Broken-hearted chicks get nose-jobs
The cigarette smoke and the little dead tone still intersects hope, and the half-dead walk
No light but a match. It's all good
When you're in the window looking out
That's what life's about, right?
Found brightness in a place without shine, without time, a loud mind is silenced
Duct-taped; projected on the outside
A starless sky
Oh, you're my sky
You remind me of the back of my eyelids
Cast in the blackness and drag in something
Yeah. Something like me
Something like you
This is just what we need

So, move a little bit
But, just leave me. Your runway's another way to see me bleed (x3)
Just leave me. Please. For me...

Hypocrite. Maybe just a little bit
Take it in. Listen to the things I said: don't go so deep
I'm serious. When you think you're sinking in
Don't you go and kiss those lips, cause I've been there
Made a friend of a bitch out of thin-air
But I sit in denial and it's been such a while that I looked in the mirror, a while that feels like forever and a day
Much better in a way. I can cover up longer
Walk like an angel with a sedative to stay sane
But, he's hugging on a time-bomb
Such a lover with the lights on
But, it's not long until they shut off
This midnight club is all he has left. Dance with those demons, hold his last breath
Glass full of cheap liquor, his last cent. Baggy of weed to calm the mad stress
This isn't a place to get rid of it, eh? Hah. I'm a little deranged, but
So blind and it feels good. Dark vibe, but it's chill
We'll be here all night. Everything is alright
But, god damn, it's so wrong
Been down here so long, we can't be pulled up
So, we party hard although our hearts are scarred. It's all we need

(Hook)

(Outro)