Party Talk And Petty Vices Lyrics

But aren't we required to repent to be forgiven

I know what she said

And you've heard every one of her confessions

Since she was an innocent little girl

Tell me her first

I lied

I cheated

I disobeyed my parents

Ah, the sins of youth

They're sort of quaint

When you take them in context

Aren't they

What would you say that context should be

It's Life. One that goes on like

Week after week

Year after year

Collecting disappointment and

Resent in waves

Captured in frames

Like snapshots in pages on the ground

Laid in an album

I'm sorry is a lie we tell ourselves

So we can forget our past

Ahh, the spirit is weak when the flesh is willing

Aren't they

No man there, and no woman was

More penitent, more honest

Who shed more tears

Or so much blood as they count themselves

No man there, and no woman was

More penitent, more honest

Who shed more tears

Or so much blood as they count themselves

I have remembered this too much

I have remembered this too much

So now I can't be sure whether it is

(The memory, the memories)

Even the event or my memory of it

(The memory, the memories)

So now I can't be sure whether it is

(The memory, the memories)

Even the event or my memory of it

(The memory, the memories)