St. Vincent The Party
Honey, the party
You went away quickly,
But oh that's the trouble
With ticking and tocking
I licked the ice cube
From your empty glass
Oh we stayed much too late
Till they're cleaning the ashtrays
Do you have change
Or a button, or cash?
All my pockets hang out
Like two surrender flags
Oh, but I'd pay anything
To keep my conscience clean,
I'm keeping my eye on the exits
I'm steady now
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
How did we get here?
With creaks in these chairs
Oh, there aren't enough hands
To point all the fingers
But I sit transfixed
By a hole in your t-shirt
I've said much too much
And they're trying to speak up
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
