The Afterparty Songtext
von Portraits Of Tracy

We on right?
One, two, three, four

Goodbye, to a love once dared
Guns up to my head, one trigger pull he′s dead
These closed eyes have seen too much
I pack my bags to go out on a crutch


Goodbye, everyone I'll leave
Please nobody see, the tears keep rolling
I never could be
Oh I never could be

Goodbye, mama you could never see
What was between those sheets
It′s never been silk for me
So why am I here?
So why am I here?

Too late, and baby I've got to go
I'm stuck in this rabbit hole
I′m falling infinite


Mama I don′t wanna die
But when I do, I know I'm gonna fry