…at The Holiday Party – St. Vincent
At the holiday party
Red wine-lipped a little early
Reminiscing got us laughing
And that’s when I saw your face cracking
Smiles and smoke and screens
Your Gucci purse a pharmacy
Pretend to want these things
So no one sees you not getting
Not getting what you need, need
You can’t hide from me
Are you still working on your screenplay
Or did those lights go out on Broadway?
Think if you can just keep spinning
You won’t miss what you’ve been missing
Pills and Juuls and speed
Your little purse a pharmacy
And hide behind these things so no one sees you not getting
Not getting what you need, need
You can’t hide, you can’t hide from me
(You can’t hide from me, you can’t hide, you can’t hide, no, you can’t hide from me)
(You can’t hide, you can’t hide, no you, you can’t hide from me)
(You can’t hide, you can’t hide, no, you can’t hide from me)
(You can’t hide, you can’t hide, you can’t, you can’t hide from me)
(You can’t hide, you can’t hide, no, you can’t hide from me)
(You can’t hide, you can’t hide, no can’t you, can’t hide from me)
(You can’t hide, you can’t hide, no, you can’t hide from me)
(You can’t hide, you can’t hide, no can’t you, can’t hide from me)
(You can’t hide from me)
(You can’t hide from me)
