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