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The Party

St. Vincent


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
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'll pay an evening to keep my conscience clean

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 said much too much in the trying to speak up