First Ones at the Party

I am alone and a long way from home. I am alive, but I don't feel alright And if we leave now we'll be the first ones at the party, But we can drive slow and turn up the radio. Everything that I love is slowly expiring, So why are we waiting when now's perfect timing? I, I never cry anymore, though I'm not sure why. My eyes are always dry, even when I'm trying to let go Teeth stained yellow from smoking tobacco, And a heart that's so fragile it's too scared to let go. I'm tired of watching things fall to the shadows. While time is consuming everything that I know Remember the time we broke down in Missouri? So we smoked some pot and slept in a parking lot. And I didn't mind when the car cost us money. As long as you're here I might always be happy.