You see,
What I hear is loud music
But if you turn it down this house is filled
With conversation and laughter
When you take that away
You can almost feel the good vibes
Weave themselves in-between connecting rooms

I’m coming down from my high
But the drink in my palm will pick me back up
And If that doesn’t work
Then I’m just happy to be where I am

Flashes in the corner
People holding on to memories
Still portraits of how they’re feeling at this very moment
It’ll be something fun to look at in five years

If you carry a party foul attitude when you walk in
Might as well slap and kick yourself out
There’s no room for that amongst friends
There are so many people in the world
And if everyone acted as such…
Then we really wouldn’t get that far

So come on in
Think of that welcome mat
As a hug
Instead of something you wipe your feet on

The front door
Is a high-five or a handshake
From a good friend you haven’t seen in awhile