The Cat's Pajamas Lyrics & Chords By Iwrestledabearonce

Who would've known?

To the lips of a failed writer
To crash a cup of wine
To throw a toast to an island that's slowly sinking

I can almost, hear you
Hear you crying
Momma, you are killing yourself
Momma, what can I do?

And I'll be the one putting pins into my fingertips
Only to erase the memories
And to laugh when I think what my father did

She sits
She waits
She toasts her prayers
Not speaks of them

Momma, you are killing yourself
Momma, what can I do?

She sits
She waits