Holy Shit

Holy shit
The sun is set
The moon on the parapet
Of a bungalow
Where we’re drinking to our lives
Holy shit
I’m a revisionist
Flapping around like a sweet bird of youth
Those days have flown the coup
Holy shit
That we even exist
All our lives we stumbled, we stammered, and clamored
Up to this
Holy shit
The bars are closed, we’re stuck again
With these fateful and fretful decisions
Holy shit
I’m not equipped for this
If my body’s a temple, it’s crumbling
And it can’t be renovated
Holy shit
That we even exist
All our lives we stumbled, we stammered, and clamored
These days
There’s no mystery
No majesty
No history
In the making as before
Onward
Ever yonder
We wander toward the
Holy shit
It’s all just cancer and death
Holy shit
That we even exist
All our lives we stumbled, we stammered, and clamored
Just for this