I was a faker before you

This is my hometown.
It's sepia toned.
It has something to tell everyone who passes through if they'll listen.
It screams it at the scum at midnight
While we crawl out of the dark
With our friends, marinaded in pity.
It tells us that our youth is fleeting.
We shouldn't waste it in these narrow streets.

You waste it.
You waste it every fucking weekend.
In that 12 euro whorehouse
You show yourself off for what you are
Cheap.
You attract boys trying to become local pop icons
And girls who don't know any better
You know better.
But you waste it.

Me?
Whats in my town for me?

Well I just like getting wasted.