Song for Discouraged Liberals

Spring begins like an awkward hymn
There's something wrong with me
So take my hand like we've got a plan
Like the cities won't be swallowed by the seas

Pray they're the last ones in
On the wings of their sins and their lies

On the phone with my mom back home
She asks what could she've done
But mom this song's an inherent one
We're all just on the run

So pray they're the last ones in
On the wings of their sins and their lies

The fools are at our windows
The adults are out to lunch
We waited through the summer
But the polls wouldn't budge

And life won't give you back
All the time that you've given up
So get up out of bed
Pretend to give a fuck

Pray they're the last ones in
On the wings of their sins and their lies



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Chadwick
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