I sing some songs on the way, arrive a little late and pray,
That they're all tired of shaking hands.
The pool's dried up and stickball bats, are back with their bristles,
No more empty endless cans.
Sneak off to an empty street, from here they can't smell,
Why I'm so quiet today.
One push hits too hard, and one joke goes too far.
Just keep it in for mama's sake.
Stick to updates from your latest tries to prove the whole world wrong,
And unenthusiastic calls of, "Go Yankees"
Been here a million times before, my aunt still shows me to the door,
Says, "Enjoy your pee and God bless!"
Through the window Jen's in tears, I pretended to understand for years.
For now I wonder what liquor's left.
Sneak into a bedroom, steal a book and try to tell,
Why we won't sit still today.
The hour's getting late, loaded heads and empty plates,
So wrap this up, I'm begging please.
No more forced laughs, no more forced sighs,
No more shaking hands with brittle men who look so tough,
And break, so easily.
Margo Price's latest album tackles loss, failure, and freedom over lush pop, psychedelic country, and rock arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2023