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, real good time. T he hospitality's partaken, my head is flying my heart's racing to keep up. And I hope I haven't overdone it. I hope my body can take it. I hope I make the occasion. It's only this fucked up I start realizing that all this living is just dying. 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.