Unforgiven V - Banquets

I thought it got better, but now it’s just the same old songs I sing

Feelings will change.

It’s inevitable weather

It will go from sun to shit, to rain, to love to hate, to guilt to shame

This back can carry the blame

Nothing will change

Sing the songs of my party year

Drink up the wine because the vulture’s near

No goodnights, no goodbyes

Just enough for weary eyes

And we can

Fall asleep inside your car when it’s freezing

Taste the lips from last night in the morning and spit out the doubt

You’re under a cloud

A mess is a mess unfit for the forgiven now