Banquets Unforgiven V
I thought it got better, but now it's just the same old songs I sing.
Feelings will change. It's inevitable weather.
It will go from sun to shit, to rain, to love to hate, to guilt to shame
This back can carry the blame
Nothing will change
Sing the songs of my party year
Drink up the wine because the vulture's near
No goodnights, no goodbyes
Just enough for weary eyes
And we can
Fall asleep inside your car when it's freezing
Taste the lips from last night in the morning and spit out the doubt.
You're under a cloud.
A mess is a mess unfit for the forgiven now
