The Life Of The Party Has Left The Building
by Less Than Jake· from Gnv Fla
The cycle circles
Stalls
Then spins
Describes the current state I'm in
It's like a nose dive then a crash
With all my blackouts and scraped hands
It's in the wors caught in my throat
It's in the 'how did I get home?'
I'd like to sleep my life away
But I'd just wake up years too late