The Vanishing Act - Backwards Calendar lyrics

A kiss upon her lips, her hands upon her hands I'm paying for her drink so she better drink in sips Smash upon the cheek, I'm just another creep Another hectic weekend so I'm sleeping through the week Drinking in my room, Live for the afternoon I play metal guitar and my break is coming soon And gambling for thugs, its just to fuel their d** Don't give me two of hearts cos' I need the jack of clubs This music's called a trance, she taught me how to dance She said it was a salsa but it looked more like a trance Neon lights they beam, a beauty she does seem But I've gotta leave this room cos' the smoke wont let me breathe