t.s.r. (this sh*t rules)
the party’s over
a cd skipping
it’s the same hook repeating
grows more grating with each p*ssing 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 f*cked 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.