It's a party

And everyone has to come

Your friends and foes alike

So come in through the front door

I'll sit at your party

Nothing to do but stare

No placed I'd rather be

Than the focus of the crowd

Sitting on the couch

Watch the world go by

Colors swirl and glitter

Like the make-up on her eyes

She'll sit at your party

Nothing to do but stare

No placed she'd rather be

Than the focus of the crowd

Fruity colored lips

With strawberry chemical hair

Smack their lips while talking

No distinct sound in the air

She'll sit at your party

Nothing to do but stare

No placed she'd rather be

Than the focus of the crowd

Silence is golden

And she has a silver tongue

Hold my breath

To shine 'fore the night's done

I'll sit at your party

Nothing to do but stare

No placed I'd rather be

Than the focus of the crowd

No one should feel so alone

In a room full of souls

No words in my mouth should come

Just the music playing

We sit at your party

Nothing to do but stare

No placed we'd rather be

Than the focus of the crowd

Condensation on my hand

Soda sits half drunken

Where the bubbles halt to fizz