Matt Blick - The Architects of Our Unhappiness Lyrics

Some drink to remember the good times they had
We drink to forget so we pay in advance
The first shall be last, the last shall be first
Here's hoping your blessing is your enemy's curse

To absentee fathers, to unfaithful wives
To brow-beating pastors who blueprinted our lives...

Here's to the architects of our unhappiness
Cheers! to the architects of our unhappiness
Remember the breakers, the takers, the makers of misery
Wish 'em well, burn in hell, at least you can tell them
We haven't forgotten their names

There's a party in your head but you're not invited
The still small voice just wants somebody to fight with
When the past comes untethered we nail it back down
Sorrow's slippery as fish and much harder to drown

Wife-beating husbands and smothering mothers
Who drew up their plans with significant others

Here's to the architects of our unhappiness
Steering clear of the architects of our unhappiness
Forgive 'em, forget 'em, but don't even let 'em back in
Raise a glass, kiss my ass - and if they ever ask after us
Tell 'em we're doing swell

You know that the world is an upside down place
Gold buried deep, dirt on her face
A broken heart's only a pump that gives in
If you can't save your soul, at least save your skin

Here's to the architects of our unhappiness
Cheers! to the architects of our unhappiness
Remember the breakers, the takers, the makers of misery
'Till the Grim Reaper reaps 'em, Lord bless 'em and keep 'em
As far away from us all as you can