"T.S.R.(This sh** Rules)"
[Intro]
The party's over
A CD skipping
It's the same hook repeating
Grows more grating with each pa**ing second
[Verse]
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 flying my heart's racing to keep up
And I hope I haven't overdone it no
[Verse]
I hope my body can take it. I hope I make the occasion
It's only this f**ed 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
[Verse]
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