T.S.R. (This Shit Rules)

The party's over
A CD skipping
It's the same hook repeated
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
And I hope everybody had a real, real good time
The hospitality's partaken
My head is pounding, my heart is 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
Well, it's only this fucked up, I start realizing
All this living is just dying
And these are my friends, and this is my home
And 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
These are the last words that I ever said
No, I'm not ready to die just yet