Lights flicker as the people upstairs jump around.
Cascade of stucco is raining down on me.
Loud thumping from a couple of pairs of gym shoes.
Stereo bursting with a crazy beat.
I don’t know what I’m gonna do.
I don’t know what I’m gonna say.
Because I don’t want you over my head.
I’d rather live without you instead.
Can’t think straight; I’m going brain dead.
So would you please, please, please, please go to bed?
Go to bed.
Wild parties seem to be in full swing all the time.
Laughter erupting; coming from the sky.
And I’m searching just to find a little bit of solitude.
Sound interrupting me every time I try.

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