Hodera
First Ones At The Party
I am alone and a long way from home
I am alive, but I don’t feel alright

And if we leave now we’ll be the first ones at the party
But we can drive slow and turn up the radio
Everything that I love is slowly expiring
So why are we waiting when now’s perfect timing?

I, I never cry anymore, though I’m not sure why
My eyes are always dry, even when I’m trying to let go

Teeth stained yellow from smoking tobacco
And a heart that’s so fragile it’s too scared to let go
I’m tired of watching things fall to the shadows
While time is consuming everything that I know

Remember the time we broke down in Missouri?
So we smoked some pot and slept in a parking lot
And I didn’t mind when the car cost us money
As long as you’re here I might always be happy