[Emily]
Ca**!
Ca**, {static} threw up in the f**ing sink!
I don't know
Get me the ladle or something
[Gripp]
Bottles half empty and they're steadily waning
It's getting existential; {static}'s like, "It's getting me faded"
Okay, he didn't say it. But even so, I know I saw it
In his eyes before he leaned backwards on the sofa snoring
I don't know who puked on the dining table
They wandered out into the night and left this tiny halo
{Static} is on stumble; his mind is so devoured
Almost pulled the bookshelves down just tryin'a hold his balance
Drinks from a plastic cup just like a golden chalice
Like how could he cope with out it? Like it's how he controls the malice
We're rowdy, spend so many hours believing we're chumps
On the balcony being told we won't sprout wings if we jump
So we come late for the party but on time for the swan dive
End up on the lawn with our thought crimes and our pork rinds
You know how Guy Fawkes died? Drawn, hung, and quartered
When we die, spread us out between Shawmut and Porter
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