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