You call this underground?

"She's attached to the neon signs, pushes her waist forward in hopes of city lights. She wanted those amber colored nights, the one you can only see in some pictures, the ones you had to be there to get. She wants to talk about all yesterdays parties with a hangover in mind and coffee in hand. Wake up in a motel bed, a room smaller than your apartment. Answer the door half naked, only stop to question where did your drugs go? Will there be enough for tonight, and if so, will I run out if I split them with my friend. Oh never mind the future, just take pictures now."