T.S.R. (This Shit Rules)
Against Me!
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 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
I hope my body can take it
I hope i make the occasion
It's only this fucked up i start realizing
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 demostrate 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...
