Lucky Boys Confusion

As usual I'm late, what's the difference I see the same faces
My attitude is plain, just the same as the vibe in this place is
I'm shaking hands and smiling, lying, about where I've been lately
The tensions multiplying and I'm dying to leave
It's Saturday night and the party's crawling
Did you hear the ringing the bottles calling
Week after week this is where I'm ending up
It's Saturday night I'm already stumbling
Some guys are outside being loud and rumbling
Third weekend in a row that we've broken up
I'm quickly loosing interest
I really hope I find it
This room is like a bottle it's never full enough
These rumors start to fly, spreading lies which alcohol induces