(I've passed me by
My own body lies where I was standing)
You've made the most of this toast to the back of my throat
Where my words hide in fear
For their lives

I've made the most of my ghost
It's really me under the sheet

My brain's been wondering what houses you've been haunting
Where'd you learn those moves you're flaunting
And why'd you take on tasks so daunting?
Nothing can surpass the mystery of stillness
The mystery of stillness

I've made the most of my ghost
It's really me under the sheet

Did you learn to take it like a man
In the back rooms of San Francisco night clubs?
Did you learn to demand the tub to drown itself?
Did you learn to cope with life after the party?
How did you pass all this time?

As for me
I've made the most of my ghost
It's really me under the sheet
This song is dedicated to death
Who knows all the wholes and gaps in my breath


Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

Life After the Party song meanings
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