Dear And The Headlights "Willetta"

Dear And The Headlights' 'Drunk Like Bible Times' is available now. Get the album here: https://bit.ly/dath-merch Lyrics: 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, your friends 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 Nah, it just stays in our 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 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 And that's how it ends Oh, then the curtain comes down, the crowd it thins out Ain't no reason for us to stay And we all hurry home 'cause it won't be long, no it won't be long 'Til we're in your place #DearAndTheHeadlights