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 sh**, 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