Come in, come in, Leave your worries at the door, The night is young and hungry And the floor is yours. Someone turned the lights down low, The walls learned how to speak, Dollar signs and neon dreams Scrawled across the week. Bodies find the couch like home, Tangled, warm, and free, Super Supreme echoes soft This is where we need to be. She holds her bear and holds her crown, Unbothered by the hour, A house party has its own kind of grace, Its own cathedral power. Green bottles line the altar floor, Red cups raise their toast, To the house that held us all tonight, To the people we love most. Because a house party isn’t just a night, It’s a feeling, it’s a place.