Magdalene Baker - The House Party

I am a telephone but I only receive
This city's not my home and I think it's time to leave
But I don't have a car
I'll walk the empty streets but God, I miss the bars
If the devil is real I'm sure he lives in Calgary
But then the sunset comes and washes downtown golden
The church bells ring at 6 I can hear it from my apartment
And I think it's time we all went home
This house party is over
The balloons are all popped
This time I'll just pick up the phone
There's no use crying about it
The sun is coming up
I was designed to turn heads when I walk through the door
I used to think it was a curse but now I'm begging god for more
Lately I'm feeling invisible
My dreams are coming true but I don't feel it at all
The scene is dying and I fear I've gotten old
Now the wine's run dry and nothing fills my cup
I hate the dawn but my friends are gone and I want to stay up
And I think it's time we all went home
This house party is over
The balloons are all popped
This time I'll just pick up the phone
There's no use crying about it
The sun is coming up
I'll scream outside at the top of my lungs
Feel my skin turn red under the summer sun
Give me one more day before I have to become
Someone better than me
Someone who wouldn't run

Written by:
Magdalene Worobets, Teague Clements

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