Labor Day, Pt. II by DeaconBlues09

Lyrics

Verse 1

It's half past 5 on a labor day,
and you're trying to make most of the remains of the day
1 hour, 2 bottles, 3 sheets to the wind,
howling through the gaps of your phony rictus grin,

Got the trophy wife, the white picket fence,
pushing wagyu flesh on the Grillworks mesh
Tis the American dream, the ultimate life,
but a million regrets, carve you up like a knife

Verse 2

You could have tried harder, could have pushed and shoved
to do something that you believed in, something that you loved
but when opportunities arose you just turned the other cheek,
always had an excuse, but really you were weak,

And you see with crystal clarity through impotent tears,
It’s the path of least resistance you've been sliding down for years,
Maybe for the thread count, for more and more things
20/20's always there, waiting in the wings.

Final Verse

Sudden pain slices through your ire
slides through your chest like tentacles of fire
off in the distance you can hear the bells chime
they toll for you, c'est la vie , you've run out of time,

Lying on your back, send silent pleas to heaven
Mortgaged to the hilt you’re served a writ of replevin
And the last thing you see before you slip into the night,
is a whole lot of nothing flash, before your eyes.