Wilder Maker Letter Of Apology
I'm sorry i was late to your party where everyone was so effortless
I was starting at a wall for no discernible reason counting all the thumbtack holes
Staring at a nightmare bug who saw the light and froze
I'm sorry that i told your sister's boyfriend he was history's greatest monster
And got up on a chair and announced to the party that we were all living in a fiction
Up to the thighs in blood and grinning, fighting for the wheel in a car rushing to the rim
I'm sorry that i drank all your expensive gin
And bummed too many cigarettes
See us standing on the lip of that sinking ship
Party playlist playing on forever perfect songs
If we could turn it all around we could turn it all around i don't know how
I'm sorry I threw up on your bath mat
And demanded another glass of wine and your sister's number
It's just that i never felt so
Small in the face of disaster
Like a mouse broken in a trap
So sick and so complicit
Like a spring in a rifle lifted
See us standing on the lip of that sinking ship
Party playlist playing on forever perfect songs
See us standing on the lip of that sinking ship
Party playlist playing on forever perfect songs
If we could turn it all around we could turn it all around
If we could turn it all around we could turn it all around
I don't know how
And when the sun crashes in on my eyelids I have a suffering I know will end