The Party - St. Vincent

Honey, the party, you went away quickly

But oh, that’s the trouble with ticking and talking

I lick the ice cube from your empty glass

Oh, we’ve stayed much too late

Till they’re cleaning the ashtrays

Do you have change or a button or cash?

Oh, my pockets hang out like two surrender flags

Oh, but I’d pay anything to keep my conscience clean

I’m keeping my eye on the exit sign, 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 tee shirt

Oh, I’ve said much too much and they’re trying to sweep up