The party's over, a cd skipping, it's the same song 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. 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 shese are the last words that i ever said, no I'm not ready to die just yet.
