Dib Dooley - All My Friends Are Ghosts! (Shortened)

Let's get a move on, get some self-control
The party's in an hour, I feel like the leaning tower on the
Verge of collapse, god, I'm so hard to console
Dying to know if they will show up
If we'll make out on the sofa, see I'm
Throwing a feast but it's more a dumb supper
Cuz we'll sit down in a circle, awkward thoughts are universal and I'm
Realizing now that they're running pretty late
And I startle when I see the bed
Their bodies and a floating head
I feel my anger, burning red
Cuz all my friends are dead

All my friends are ghosts! And I'm gonna be the host
Of this semi-formal, paranormal joke of a party
All my friends are ghosts! So let's give our god a toast
And we'll thank him for the magic, albeit a little tragic cuz my
Friends are all deceased! Oh, what chaos I've unleashed
They're the noise you hear up in your cellar, I'm the world's best storyteller
All my friends are dead! And I haven't lost my head
They won't attend my party cuz their souls ascend their bodies
They only stopped being my friend, cuz they all just wound up dead

Written by:
Dib Dooley

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