Less Than Jake - The Life Of The Party Has Left The Building

The cycle circles, stalls, then spins.
Describes the current state I′m in.
It′s like a nose dive then a crash,
With all my blackouts and scraped hands.
It′s in the words caught in my throat.
It′s in the how did I get home?
I′d like to sleep my life away.
But I′d just wake up years too late.