T.S.R.

The party's over A CD skipping It's the same hook repeating Grows more grating with each pa*sing second... And the walls contain a resonation, laughter, and conversation. It was fun while it lasted, but now we should be going. I hope everybody had a real, real good time The hospitality's partaken, my head is flying my heart's racing to keep up. And I hope I haven't overdone it nooo... I hope my body can take it. I hope I make the occasion. It's only this f**ked up. I start realizing all this living is just dying and if these are my friends, if this is my home, if this is how i spend my nights, how I communicate, and demonstrate a love of life. My eyes roll into the back of my head, if these are the last words that I've ever said No I'm not ready to die just yet.