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Apr 30, 2007 01:11

The party's over,
a cd skipping.
It's the same hook repeating
Grows more grated with each passing second...

And the walls contain a resonation, of laughter, and conversation.
It was fun while it lasted, but now we should be going.
and 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 havent overdone it, no...
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.
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