Every time I say the party's over
You go and get your lampshade stat
Why the hell are you like that?
Let me teach you how to use a finger
To rid yourself of all that waste
To hear the sounds of your mistakes
But you're still
(But you're still)
Holding on
(Holding on)
To the nausea
And your lover is your bowling partner
Oh why do I still care?
Hey baby, the party's over there
And I don't even wanna know the number
'Cause that is such a worthless chase
And I see it written on your face
And every now and then I need a savior
'Cause I do my own stunts
Oh I'm substituting beer for blunts
But you're still
(But you're still)
Holding on
(Holding on)
To the nausea
And your lover is your bowling partner
And you're new best friends with delirium tremens
And I'm still afraid of the band
Hey baby can we just be friends?
'Cause every time I say the party's over
You go and get your lampshade stat
Why the hell are you like that?
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