T.S.R.

The party's over
 A CD skipping
 It's the same hook repeating
 Grows more grating with each passing 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 fucked 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.