Dreadful Sorry Lyrics

Cut paper snowflakes hang down from the ceiling
The bathwater ripples predicting an earthquake
An air bubble surfaces rising to heaven
Some call this living, but I call this living a lie
Dreadful sorry
The grandaddy longlegs is climbing the curtain
The breeze from the carport smells like a tornado
The sound of the turnpike comes in through the window
Some call this living, but I call this living alone
Dreadful sorry

‘I can tell by your accent that you're from Ohio,'
The pump jockey says as he's wiping the window
Stumbling forward, he snaps the antenna
Some call this living, but I call this living in hell
Dreadful sorry