The Party's Over
Catie Curtis Lyrics


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The party's over the clock's long struck twelve
Now you can be you and I can turn into myself

My sisters will ask me, "How was the ball?"
I'll say, "I don't want to talk about it at all."

Then I will get up in the morning
Gotta buy me some shoes
I will get up in the morning
I've got nothing to lose

I was not dreaming so I was awake
And it was real, I would have known if it were all fake
I would have known

I lost my glass slipper as well as my ride
I have to admit that I don't know truth from lies
Truth from lies

Then I will get up in the morning
Gotta buy me some shoes
I will get up in the morning
I've got nothing to lose

Then I will get up in the morning
Gotta buy me some shoes
I will get up in the morning
I've got nothing to lose

The party's over
The clock's long struck twelve




Now you can be you and
I can turn into myself

Overall Meaning

The Party’s Over by Catie Curtis is a song that holds a bittersweet tone that almost borders on being melancholic. The lyrics speak of the end of a party, where the clock has already struck twelve, signifying that the revelries have ended. As the party-goers leave one by one, the singer of the song is left alone to contemplate everything that happened that night. She states that now, the guests can shed their party masks and be themselves, while she can finally take off her mask and turn into her real self.


The song also deals with the aftermath of the party. The singer seems to have had a great time dancing the night away, although there is an air of mystery around what, exactly, happened at the party. When her sisters inquire about how the party was, she replies that she does not want to talk about it at all. There is a sense of shame in her voice, and one can almost imagine that something went wrong. She confesses that she lost her glass slipper as well as her ride, which might indicate something more severe than just having too much to drink.


The singer concludes the song by reassuring herself that no matter what happened at the party, she was not dreaming, and it was all real. She realizes that the truth might have gotten lost in a sea of lies and different versions of events, but she will get up in the morning and try to make sense of it all again. She needs to buy herself some shoes, it seems, but the real reason behind this is left unclear.


Overall, The Party’s Over is a beautiful, thoughtful song that deals with the end of a night of festivities and the return to reality. It speaks to a universal feeling of sadness that comes with the end of something enjoyable and the knowledge that it will never be the same again.


Line by Line Meaning

The party's over the clock's long struck twelve
The event or party is finished, and it's already late, time to wrap up and return to our true selves.


Now you can be you and I can turn into myself
It's time to stop pretending to be impressed by everything and to show our true selves to each other.


My sisters will ask me, "How was the ball?"
Her sisters want to know how the event went, perhaps to harbor some envy, however, she is not interested in discussing it.


I'll say, "I don't want to talk about it at all."
She doesn't want to share the details of the party because she feels disenchanted.


Then I will get up in the morning Gotta buy me some shoes I will get up in the morning I've got nothing to lose
The only way to overcome rejection by others is by expressing oneself independently and freely.


I was not dreaming so I was awake And it was real, I would have known if it were all fake I would have known
The things that happened during the party were not just merely a hallucination, as she realized that it would have felt different if it were all fake.


I lost my glass slipper as well as my ride I have to admit that I don't know truth from lies Truth from lies
She does not differentiate between what is true and what's counterfeit, because she has lost her direction and is blinded by her own inner conflicts.


The party's over The clock's long struck twelve Now you can be you and I can turn into myself
The party ended just in time, now she can breathe, and he can choose to show his real self.




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