T.S.R. (This Shit Rules)

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 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

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