Party Head

Sunrise risin' over the horizon,

a party head, just crashed in bed.

Many drunken footfalls ago, he decided to departy from the party'o.

Crashed out in bed, with a fucked up head.

Why ? do I have to get so pissed at parties, and lose my self control.

Get so drunk, my minds defunked, my memory a black hole.

When I walk in, I think it's a sin, to have a serious sober thought.

I can't dance, I can't talk, I'm a boring social naught.

I need something to make this scene. I think.

Things might get better if I only had a drink.
 I drink, and drink, and drink, and drink,
 'till I'm right off my f*ckin head.

I may or may not enjoy myself, my memory has fled.

And you may say, "just don't drink so much, retain some self control."

But, I find it a hard thing to do that and fulfill a social role.