Party's Over

Know what you think of me

Things aren't what they used to be

Listening to selfish bands

Thoughts of holding warm hands

Nights of drive

Love has arrived

Party's over

He's the turnover

Leaving early

Attacked by an army


Hate to be looked at so sourly

Not going to be married to beer

Listen to the heart, not the ear

Losing friends

Love ascends

In a tug of war

How can it come this far

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