The Party’s Over I’m here to say the party’s over Knowing I won’t be back anymore You may have seemed a four-leaf clover For what I’ve witnessed, good hard-luck charm I’m here to say these days are over Saying good-bye will settle this score We’ll never make it any closer I won’t be taking excursions to harm Inciting useless words Trampling on our rule Inviting my distain While shipping me off as your fool Slicing and dicing words Patronizing fools Exciting doubled minds Professing me as old news I’m here to say my patience over I’m gonna find the one who’ll love me And I’ll never own her Unfettered nature’s truth it must be I’m here to say the party’s over I’m here to say the party’s over It’s over © 2009, Will Fiala
