The Cat's Pajamas

Who would've known?

Who would've known?

Who would've known?

Who would've known?

Who would've known?

Who would've known?

To the lips of a failed writer

To crash a cup of wine

To throw a toast to an island that's slowly sinking

And I can almost, hear you crying

Hear you crying

Momma, you are killing yourself

Momma, what can I do?

Momma, you are killing yourself

Momma, what can I do?

And I'll be the one putting pins into my fingertips

Only to erase the memories

And to laugh when I think what my father did

She sits

She waits

She toasts her prayers

Not speaks of them

She toasts her prayers

Not speaks of them

Momma, you are killing yourself

Momma, what can I do?

Momma, you are killing yourself

Momma, what can I do?

She sits

She waits

She sits

She waits