(After) Life of the Party

I'm a stitch away from making it And a scar away from falling apart, apart Blood cells pixelate And eyes dilate And the full moon pills got me out on the street at night Could it last Watch you work the room Could it last Watch you work the room Could it last Watch you work the room Could it last Watch you work the room Oh Put love on hold, Young Hollywood is on the other line Her nose runs ruby red, deaths in a double bed Singing songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate Could it last Watch you work the room Could it last Watch you work the room Could it last Watch you work the room Could it last I'm a stitch away from making it And a scar away from falling apart, apart Blood cells pixelate And eyes dilate Kiss away young thrills and kills on the mouths of all my friends Could it last Watch you work the room Last Watch you work the room Could it last (Watch you work the room) I'm a stitch away. . .