The (After) Life Of The Party

I'm a stitch away from making it, 
And a scar away from falling apart. 
Blood cells pixelate and the eyes dilate. 
And the full moon pills got me, 
Out on the street at night. 

Cut it loose. Watch you work the room. 
Cut it loose. Watch you work the room. 
Cut it loose. Watch you work the room. 
Cut it loose. Watch you work the room. 

Put love on hold, young hollywood, 
Is on the other line. 
Her nose runs ruby red. 
Deaths in a double bed, 
Singin' songs that could only, 
Catch the ear of the desperate. 

Cut it loose. Watch you work the room. 
Cut it loose. Watch you work the room. 
Cut it loose. Watch you work the room. 
Cut it loose.

I'm a stitch away from making it, 
And a scar away from falling apart. 
Blood cells pixelate and eyes dilate. 
Kiss away young thriills and kills, 
On the mouths of all my friends. 

Cut it loose. Watch you work the room. 
Last? Watch you work the room. 
Cut it loose. (Watch you work the moon.) 

(I'm a stitch away....I'm a stitch away...)