Death Is a Party
If life is the pregame
Death is the party
We were planning to drive
But I seem to have misplaced the car keys
Does anyone have the addy?
Does anyone have chase?
I think it's the right time
But maybe not the place
Should I leave
Where I am
For the sake of trying it out
But what if I come back
And I am locked out
Locked out from a place where things are alright
It's sunshine all day, And parties all night
Off to a place where I could die in my sleep
But at least when I die, I'll be up on my feet
I don't want to go
Lying down
I don't want to go
On the outskirts of town
If I gotta go, I wanna go in your arms
Or like Ziggy Stardust, with my hand on my guitar
But I don't want to go yet
I'm not ready to be a party guest
I've been having these thoughts
At the cliffs
At the edge of my new town
Watching the tide go up
As the sun goes down
Looking at celestial sketches
Wondering if I'm bound to something already etched in
Who's my second wife
Who's my best friend
Or is there still a path to be blazed
And can I clear the brush with a blade of malaise
Is there a set number left
And do I wanna know how many days
And will asking these questions get me anywhere but down
And would I be happier on the outskirts of town
Why are the answers as elusive as snow
And why is myself not for myself to know
And will the answers come in time
Before the party's doorbell chimes
Death is the party
We were planning to drive
But I seem to have misplaced the car keys
Does anyone have the addy?
Does anyone have chase?
I think it's the right time
But maybe not the place
Should I leave
Where I am
For the sake of trying it out
But what if I come back
And I am locked out
Locked out from a place where things are alright
It's sunshine all day, And parties all night
Off to a place where I could die in my sleep
But at least when I die, I'll be up on my feet
I don't want to go
Lying down
I don't want to go
On the outskirts of town
If I gotta go, I wanna go in your arms
Or like Ziggy Stardust, with my hand on my guitar
But I don't want to go yet
I'm not ready to be a party guest
I've been having these thoughts
At the cliffs
At the edge of my new town
Watching the tide go up
As the sun goes down
Looking at celestial sketches
Wondering if I'm bound to something already etched in
Who's my second wife
Who's my best friend
Or is there still a path to be blazed
And can I clear the brush with a blade of malaise
Is there a set number left
And do I wanna know how many days
And will asking these questions get me anywhere but down
And would I be happier on the outskirts of town
Why are the answers as elusive as snow
And why is myself not for myself to know
And will the answers come in time
Before the party's doorbell chimes
Credits
Writer(s): Jaze Wharton
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