Willetta Lyrics - Drunk Like The Bible Times - Dear And The Headlights

Oh I was on my way to doing something else, you prop my eyelids up with toothpick thoughts 

Thursday, shuffling feet on your cemetery lawn 

Weeping about your skin, in your sleep you just slid it off 

Just so you could get dressed up in this 

Your nightgown of oak, your ribbons of roots 

Is there nothing you want from me now, no help I could give but to lower you down? 

Oh all your friends are standing by waving greedy goodbyes 

I've got nothing now that I want to say 

You wouldn't talk back anyway 

And you know we won't do what you wanted us to 

There ain't nothing here to celebrate 

We're all worse off without you 

At that feast in some two star hotel 

I'm circling the room and mingling half stunned 

Nauseous with the truth of it all 

Knowing here the whole time this won't really fade 

Now it just stays in out spines 

Oh but we're all shaking hands offering condolences 

Stories of some envied youth, less life threatening more moot 

And our eyes they all drown, our tongues get wrung out 

There ain't nothing here for us to taste that ain't bitter already 

They warn us our reservation is up, it just seems so cruel 

Like the parasites that eat your thoughts your plot gets covered up 

By someone who never even knew you 

Oh then the curtain comes down, the crowd it thins out 

There's no reason now for us to stay 

And we all hurry home because it won't be long till we're in your place