The night was young, hot-blooded and fun –
filled with terror and delight so much so we lost our sight,
in the misty 1 am fog of Troy, New York's relentless cogs
turning and turning with our passionate yearning
The corner store was our quest and I love's was our hold where our tales of liquor in plastic cups was told.
"Is the RA here?"
"She's here, she's here!"
"Is the RA here?"
"She's here, she's here!"
"And who knows when
we'll be all together again
singing all together again
we're here, we're here!"
Our chants and yelps filled Manning Hall.
To our surprise the RA heard not our call
as 2 am came about, our cups were still full
ready for another round of Kings Cup with red bull
We made bad decisions that we would regret, if only to have stories we couldn't forget.
"Tonight we drink, for
a show well done!"
"Tonight we drink, for
the family we've made!"
"Tonight we drink, for
years we won't forget
& nights we won't recall!"
Stories of our lives mixed with fun little lies
were common threads in the mythos of our heads.
Our art was the goal like fire built by coal
to heat the machine that made our hearts glean
Where dreams and our future endeavors could be made real by pep-talks and never-say-never's
"I love you guys. Night."
"Thanks for the drinks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Goodnight, sleep tight,
and watch out for bed bugs,
trust me, they bite."
Tomorrow we'll wake up and say that was the best night we've had in a while,
all the while we'll pretend, to forget, to remember the plans we made that night
when the light comes on in our tiny dorm rooms and we go back to being
and seeing the world through clear eyes once more after nights we'll remember
"Next Friday, I'll buy."
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