A Prayer For A Top Night

May the chats be no cap

Give us good vibes only

May we scream like freshers with laughter.

Keep the small talk at bay

Send the old dudes away

Let us simp for the average tall white guy.

Even though they're not nice guys

And their touch is a nope,

We just like to be liked (that's the actual G.O.A.T.).

So grant us our wish,

Make the night like a Chad

From Estab way down to Cuba,

And weakness, don't tempt us

To put down our bags

Lest our iPhone 10s be lost forever.

We are basic and based, future-Wine-Mums and stoners

And this is our sigma girl prayer,

That Matt Healy's holy ghost-dick come upon us

And make this a night to forget,

On God,

In the name of hot sons,

In the name of these holy spirits,

Amen.