The Party — St. Vincent

Honey, the party, you went away quickly But oh, that's the trouble with ticking and tocking I lick the ice cubes from your empty glass Oh, we've stayed much too late 'til 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 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 Oh I've said much too much and they're trying to sweep up