Wet Firecracker - Silkworm

I'm gonna miss your good humor
When you take it back to Wisconsin
Could you leave it here until the end of the year
Or at least until November comes
Someone's crying in the laundry room
I think she threw up in her boyfriend's lap
I hear the sound of breaking glass
And it hits me with all the impact of a wet firecracker
I know damn well that I'm sitting on a wet firecracker
I thought you said you never wait for the fun to start
And you never stop when the party ends
So why'd you put the brakes on
You're gonna be late for your own wake
Take that train outta here
Dead to the world but I can't ignore
What's been hiding in the hallway trash
Everyone likes to claim innocence
Until the pigs head out the back
I know damn well that I'll be sleeping on the bathroom floor
It's red and the fuse is spitting like a wet firecracker