T.S.R.

"T.S.R.(This Shit Rules)" [Intro] The party's over A CD skipping It's the same hook repeating Grows more grating with each passing 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 fucked 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