Dead Party

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Well my friends try to treat me beer.
The smell of liquor is in the air.
And I don't wanna look despair.
Yeah it's just some light beer.

I say I'm not a drinker.
Music fills the room.
Oh here comes the bride and groom.
I say I'm just an occasional singer.

They put their glasses up.
And dance the night away.
To some DJ.

Partying is not my forte.
But they knew that already.
Yet they still treat me like family.
So don't worry, you can put your fears allay.

Then it's midnight all at once.
I shouldn't have checked my damm phone.
It seems she was better off on her own
She didn't need anybody.

We barely share a thing that much is true.
And I shouldn't feel like a retarded garbage tool.
But what can I do if I can't stop loving you.
I don't wanna be a bore so I'll keep playing cool.

Now the party just burned up with new desire.
And their legs are heavy, they're giving away.
But they're asking for a different sound.
So I walk up to the bar and take two shots.

Now, I told my friends I'm not a drinker.
But God can't help a sinking lover.
I always said I was scared of being like my father.
But the truth is I'm scared I'll found out who I really think of.

I stand on this platform
And I ask the DJ to turn it down
I grab my guitar and I start tuning it.
E A D G B e , sounds good.

I'm singing sad songs all night long.
The crowd's so dead.
We've got something in common.
My friends, they join me, this is fun.

This is killing me alone.
Only you can save me.

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