At our parties, there's two guys for every girl   At our parties, there's two bodies for every cannibal   At our parties, there's two cooks for every entree   Whatever you want, you got   Just don't ask me to wait around because I will   And nobody ever makes up their mind   And it's that which makes me wonder what crazy really is   Because everyone seems to be just a little bit   Some more than others   And at our parties, we use sign language   God come on   We all stop for pedestrians   But as I stand here feeling all the braille of your back, I realize I may never have you again   Because you can lead my anywhere   Anywhere you want   As long as I don't get hit by a car   This is a celebration of our lethargy   Carnival clowns with six packs of wet eyes   They can smell our mischief in the air   I'm not trying to collect fingers here   I'm trying to ask you to sever your own   We've been stabbing at hands for awhile, still yet to hit our own   When I speak to you, it's so fluent   No eyes closed   Sisters of new midnight, come on drop your plans   If you devil in your diamond, then we'll gladly take your hand   Darlings of the past tense, catch up if you can   If this is living is your idol, then we're glad you understand