Wasted blurry nights and hung down mornings Such is the life of a true party pony When sugar and spice aren't enough of a kick What's a girl to do when she's tired of the shtick? It's no surprise, you're sick of partying But you don't even know what else to do You're stuck in this high, but you're feeling so low You just want to cry, but laughing's all you know
How can you tell when you're not entertained?! If this keeps up you'll probably just go insane (with only yourself to blame) How do you tell them you're just not okay When all they see in you is just streamers and cake No more shindigs, no more jubilees, no more fun This party's over friends, just go home, fuck it I'm done
"Just one more bottle, one more hit" The voices in your head are split Between a change of weather Or another vodka bender Why does broken glass seem to have more clarity? Oh is this it? Is this the end? You've isolated your last friend There's nothing left for you to binge And your reflection makes you cringe "Hello, rehab, is there room for Pinkie?"
How can you tell when you're not entertained?! If this keeps up you'll probably just go insane (with only yourself to blame) How do you tell them you're just not okay When all they see in you is just streamers and cake No more shindigs, no more jubilees, no more fun This party's over friends, just go home, fuck it I'm done
Goodness Gracious, pink balls of fire!
How can you tell when you're not entertained?! If this keeps up you'll probably just go insane (with only yourself to blame) How do you tell them you're just not okay When all they see in you is just streamers and cake No more shindigs, no more jubilees, no more fun This party's over friends, just go home, fuck it I'm done