Текст песни T.S.R. (This Shit Rules)

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 good time The hospitality's partaken, my head is flying my heart's racing to keep up. And I hope I havent overdone it nooo... I hope my body can take it. I hope I make the 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 ever said No i'm not ready to die just yet.