Another year gone by, But still I can't say that I learned much I still chug my caffeine, And I still hate God. Another year gone by but still I can't tell why I cry so much. Do I need love or just a blowjob?
Cuz it seems like life's a party Where everyone gets drunk and laid But me It's a beautiful night, but I can't say that it helps much Life is still a lengthy suicide pact And it's a beautiful night, and that I wished I didn't give a fuck I should have hopped that train, then never looked back
Cuz it seems like life's a party, where everyone gets drunk and laid, but me. It seems like life's a party, where everyone's to fucking smashed to leave.