What Are We Celebrating

The bust got busted on the floor
Ludwig’s looking a little sore
With his good eye saying something
Like «You're not twenty anymore»
The whole downstairs reeks of booze
The front doorknob’s coming loose
You mighta thought you were getting better
Here you are, what’s your excuse?
The way the house looks
You might think we were renovating
All of these parties
What are we celebrating?
She took off sometime after 2
With a dude less drunk than you
There’s a stranger on the love seat
With the strangest looking bruise
A trail of glass leads down the hall
An epithet scratched on the wall
The window’s broken from the inside
But here you are, who will you call?
The way the house looks
You might think we were renovating
All of these parties
What are we celebrating?
The way the place looks
You’re not sure who lives here lately
All of these bodies
What are we celebrating
The trail leads out into the yard
You step on a couple of shards
You don’t mind because it wakes you up
Helps you back into the start
Of a day rising anew
Cheers to the radical you
The one who almost lived through yesterday
The day before yesterday too
You wonder if you might be cursed
With a perpetual thirst
One that dries you up and wears you out
Maybe that’s what you deserve
Step over some people you know
And others you’ve seen out at shows
You think of thirty years from now
How it all comes to a close