I sit here in my chair at a house party
Not knowing anyone, and wishing to depart quickly

Home sweet home
That’s what they say
To be honest anywhere other than here
Would be heaven in some way

But now I stand, as applause beckon throughout
They expect a good performance,
Sadly I doubt

But I can coast on through
Like most things in my life
However there is option 2
I raise my chin and proceed to slit my throat with knife

Oh how quaint, what a way to bow out
Encore encore,
Sadly I doubt

I wave goodbye, for home I venture
For I never want to come again

I hope you all hang