Bloomfield Marriott Lyrics

Oh, the middle-age clock clicks

In fun size Snickers and antibiotics

Sister Margaret says you got my note

Did you remember to vote

This November?

Because your sore throat

Is the leading contender

For my favorite cage

The page I wish I wrote

And Catholic seniors from the all-male high school

In BMWs, bright blue, carpool past you

To the imperial light

Did you remember to write

Me an answer

About the night that the world turned faster

Than we ever knew

Ever knew it might?

And you always say we got a lot

A lot of nice life before us

But it's feeling like there's not

Any way

To make my way back in

And claim the spot

Looking out over the kingdom

From the Bloomfield Marriott

Looking down

On the ground I thought I knew

Spend your birthday in nervousness

At the Michigan Department of Human Services

Sister Margaret got your paperwork

It's the perennial perk

And it's always slipping

By the time I woke up, all the icicles dripping

In some friendless year

As some endless fear emerged

Aw, but you always say we got a lot

A lot of nice life before us

But it's feeling like there's not

Any way

To make my way back in

And claim the spot

Looking out over the kingdom

From the Bloomfield Marriott

Looking down

On the ground I thought I knew

I'm the wedding DJ

In the budget banquet hall

And you're my only friend

It'll be ok

When Sister Margaret rights it all

Or it might be the end