Wall to Wall

Asleep in the passenger seat It's almost noon and the sun's still rising It's cold in upstate New York It's a house show, it's an old friend's party Smother me with compliments You're a stranger, you're drunk and you're innocent I'm smiling in an attempt To not seem rude but I'm not interested Feeling like an ornament Out of place in this house on Hudson Upstairs, I'm overwhelmed In this place, I'm just not cut out for it Steady, eyes closed Her breath is stiff She's holding back Silent and upset You're pouring out your honesty And you fill the room again Wall to wall with apologies Wall to wall with apologies Smoke filled, you were hostile under String lights hung like stars Smoke filled, you were hostile under String lights hung like stars