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