the party
The front door gets opened
And then im prison
I'm counting the minutes
Until i can leave
This black hole i live in
It takes everything
To keep me from giving in
And going to sleep
But you stay awake
Its a typical day
Tune out everything they say
Foe your hearts sake
And then you go and pray
You can emancipate
But if that doesn't work
Theres a party at 8
Music louder than the voices
In the back of our heads
All too busy getting drunk
To wish that we were dead
And i don't ever wanna go home
I'd rather get stoned to post malone
We're out here we're dancin'
My two in one best friend
Oh, let's keep on going
'Til the music stops
Veins with less blood than booze
I passed out in the bathroom
Had one too many drinks
From those red plastic cups
Nothing too strange
It's a typical day
Just a bunch of teenagers
All underage
Bass is booming like the
Hangover forming in my head
If my parents find out about this
I am better off dead
And tell me why i just wanna go home
The room's full but i still feel alone
The party is over
I just wish i was sober
Designated to make mistakes
I hope i remember when i wake
Can you and i sit
Somewhere quiet
Though i'm somewhat frightened
I might be too honest
It was a hell of a night
But we'll be alright
I just wanna say thanks
For staying by my side
And while i'm slurring my speech
Its hard to express
The way that i feel
But i can try my best
And then im prison
I'm counting the minutes
Until i can leave
This black hole i live in
It takes everything
To keep me from giving in
And going to sleep
But you stay awake
Its a typical day
Tune out everything they say
Foe your hearts sake
And then you go and pray
You can emancipate
But if that doesn't work
Theres a party at 8
Music louder than the voices
In the back of our heads
All too busy getting drunk
To wish that we were dead
And i don't ever wanna go home
I'd rather get stoned to post malone
We're out here we're dancin'
My two in one best friend
Oh, let's keep on going
'Til the music stops
Veins with less blood than booze
I passed out in the bathroom
Had one too many drinks
From those red plastic cups
Nothing too strange
It's a typical day
Just a bunch of teenagers
All underage
Bass is booming like the
Hangover forming in my head
If my parents find out about this
I am better off dead
And tell me why i just wanna go home
The room's full but i still feel alone
The party is over
I just wish i was sober
Designated to make mistakes
I hope i remember when i wake
Can you and i sit
Somewhere quiet
Though i'm somewhat frightened
I might be too honest
It was a hell of a night
But we'll be alright
I just wanna say thanks
For staying by my side
And while i'm slurring my speech
Its hard to express
The way that i feel
But i can try my best
Credits
Writer(s): Elizabeth Garnett
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