T.S.R.

[Intro] The party's over A CD skipping It's the same hook repeating Grows more grating with each passing second [Verse 1] And the walls contain a resonation, laughter and conversation It was fun while it lasted, but now we should be going And 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, no [Verse 2] 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 [Outro] 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