This sure is some kind of party
Surround my life with excuses
For what I choose to lose
Doesn't look the same to me now now
Don't you know I feel so bad?
When I tried to turn away
When I think about the times
And I hope that I've kept you amused
To wipe that spit right off my boots
And when I'm home and thinking in the dark
That none of this has had to go too far
And it gets so hard to hold on
To everything that I want so bad yeah yeah
When I tried to turn away
When I think about the times