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

Writer(s): against me!, tom gabel
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