Honey the party, you went away quickly
But oh that's the trouble with ticking and talking
I licked the ice cube from your empty glass
So we stayed much too late till they're cleaning the ashtrays
Do you have change or a button, or cash?
All my pockets hang out like two surrendered flags
Oh, but I'd pay an evening to keep my conscience clean
I'm keeping my eye on the exits, I'm steady now
How did we get here with creaks in these chairs?
Oh, there aren't enough hands to point all the fingers
But I sit transfixed by a hole in your T-shirt
I've said much too much in the trying to speak up
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