St. Vincent
The Party
Honey, the party, you went away quicklyBut oh, that's the trouble with ticking and tockingI lick the ice cubes from your empty glassOh, we've stayed much too late'til they're cleaning the ashtraysDo you have change or a button or cash?Oh, my pockets hang out like two surrender flagsOh, but I'd pay anything to keep my conscience cleanKeeping my eye on the exits, I'm steady nowHow did we get here?With creaks in these chairsOh there aren't enough hands to point all the fingersBut I sit transfixed by a hole in your t-shirtOh I've said much too much and they're trying to sweep up
From Letras Mania