The Party
[Verse 1]
Abandon all hope, those who enter the lions' den
It's ready to drive, all you need is a pen
Sign across the dotted lines, adventure back from the pines
And I swear that I'll live in the party
As we pass the stop signs and warning lights
The orange is refracted across the windshield tonight
In the cold of the moon, as the icicles are in bloom
It's clear I'll never win this fight
[Verse 2]
We open the door as the satellites crash into the ground, they're gone in a flash
As the world is spinning and the TV is flickering
I swear I'll never enjoy the party
I promise that you're thinking of somebody else
When you tap me on the shoulder and beg me to help
"You shouldn't ask me for favors, 'cause I'm not your savior"
Laments to the blissfully deaf
[Verse 3]
Now she's vomiting on the bathroom floor
In between cries for "something more"
The blood and the sweat mix with morning regret
And I swear I won't return to the party
But I take in too much as I criticize the dream
And listen to you question who I used to be
You can barely see anything through the layers of apathy
And I swear I won't return from The Party
Abandon all hope, those who enter the lions' den
It's ready to drive, all you need is a pen
Sign across the dotted lines, adventure back from the pines
And I swear that I'll live in the party
As we pass the stop signs and warning lights
The orange is refracted across the windshield tonight
In the cold of the moon, as the icicles are in bloom
It's clear I'll never win this fight
[Verse 2]
We open the door as the satellites crash into the ground, they're gone in a flash
As the world is spinning and the TV is flickering
I swear I'll never enjoy the party
I promise that you're thinking of somebody else
When you tap me on the shoulder and beg me to help
"You shouldn't ask me for favors, 'cause I'm not your savior"
Laments to the blissfully deaf
[Verse 3]
Now she's vomiting on the bathroom floor
In between cries for "something more"
The blood and the sweat mix with morning regret
And I swear I won't return to the party
But I take in too much as I criticize the dream
And listen to you question who I used to be
You can barely see anything through the layers of apathy
And I swear I won't return from The Party