Verse 1 (Mieka) 
Minding my own business 
Knock at the door, who is it? 
Be right there, one minute 
Gotta get up and go get it 
Got white hair, eyes all crazy 
Now most madmen don't faze me 
But these guys, I'll admit it, got me scared we're finished 
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The scientists proved we're all gonna die 
They got charts and equations, the how and the why 
You did not invite em and neither did I 
But they're here, drink up, we're all gonna die 

Poetry section 1 
Ghosts must always feel like they're visiting their old high school 
They don't recognize any of these new kids 
The halls, they twist the same, but there are all these odd new posters on the walls 
When I'm trying to get to get bed 
I start thinking about endings 
And instead of simply counting trying to sleep 
I'm counting down 
I'm sacrificing sheep 
At parties 
I wander from room to room not sure what I'm looking for 
I think I'm supposed to find another person here 
when I smoke too much weed 
And I get paranoid that every pair of eyes is glued to me 
And maybe they are 
And I'm not crazy 
And the spirit of every [bad word] who ever had a drink in this place is back for old times' sake 
Maybe there's a million of them 
having their own party beside us 
and they're staring 
thinking, "Look at all those lonely, solid people 
Pretending to check their cell phones 
Grandma lived 99 years and never learned to drive 
At the end of her life 
She didn't know one person left in her own age 
God's a bully and he makes it rain dodgeballs 
You can stand off in the corner and you might last a little longer 
But you'll never win that way 

Verse 2 (Mieka) 
I go do my laundry 
Those dogs are right behind me 
Get lost in some party 
Those creeps will always find me 
Who are they? What is this? 
I mind my own [bad word] business 
Always there to remind me all about their findings 
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Poetry 2 
You're telling me a little vodka could kill me? 
How do you even know it's there? 
it's so still you can see right through it 
well you can see through me too, 
said the ghost 
and I'm here 
You know because you can feel me 
And that makes sense 
Because I'm too [bad word] up to be skeptical right now 
You get [bad word] and start believing in things 
Like that shapes and even better shapes 
Like that a night with some stranger's gonna make you happy 
the only people brave enough for suicide are the cowards 
We're all looking out of the corner of our eyes 
For where to go next 
Like "this party sucks, there must be someplace better" 
the ghosts, they know we're thinking like chumps. they know it's not important who we go home with tonight. 
Partly cause they can't generate friction, so they can't have  
But mostly because party is right here 
And it's the best party ever 
I mean look bro, ben franklin is making out with marie curie  [bad word] classic, Reagan's doing his falling out the window bit again, 
Casper can't even hold his liquor 
It goes right through him 
You never seen smoke rings until you've seen a Ghengis Khan hit the hookah 
Chris Farley'll even let you use him as a vaporizer bag if you ask real nice 
Our eyes are little projectors 
Life's a drive-in movie theater and my grandma needs a ride 

Bridge 
I don't want to go 
The way they say 
If I gotta go let it be my way (X4) 
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