party is over

Shaking hands and throwing up
Where’d the last ten years go?
How’d I get so much done
Just to run it in the ground

party’s not over
party is over
Sick of seeking fun at the bottom of a bottle
Still gonna
Love seeking fun at the bottom of a bottle

How’d I finish two degrees
Wrote hundreds of papers
Between shots of rum and vodka
Breath reeking of alcoholic vapors

“I think I’m becoming an alcoholic”
My confidant disagrees
“No personality changes”
“Not doing anything violent or dangerous”
“Any run-ins with the law? No”
“You’re fine, you’re fine”

party’s not over
party is over
Sick of seeking motivation at the bottom of a bottle
Still gonna
Love seeking excitement at the bottom of a bottle

I begged the gods to change me
Sick of waking up hungover and angry
I begged someone to save me
Only I can get it done
The party is over
Buckle down, buckle down
The party is over
Let boredom come