Cryptic

Alt song waves and hipster s**t
Uncertain love and missing kits
Christmas time and it's a no
Tick tock the clock it goes so slow

New fresh faces and exotic accents
Guilt and fear and sneaky glances
Broken glasses and fallen tears
First and second and final years

Wild nights out and foreign lips
Too much drink and mis touched hips
A will I? Won't I? Sort of thing
The wasp still has its way to sting

A brief encounter and ritornello
A prostitute or esteemed fellow
Up and down and side to side
A cryptic note from in my mind.