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