Quick: our hosts are going to close their eyes to kiss
And we're the last people that they are going to miss
So let's smuggle some of wine out from the bar
And hide out until the silent auction in your car
And raise a styrofoam cup
Because, beneath it all
There was something here to see:
That even now, with sober hearts
You're the closest thing to me
You first knew me as this awkward teenage kid
Who dressed like Morrisey with spots and jutting ribs
Shrouding all the uncompelling things in me
In a silence that inferred great mystery
So raise a styrofoam cup
'cause, beneath it all
There was something here to see:
That even now, with sober hearts
You're the closest thing to me
And may our hosts find wedded love
Somewhere far away from us
We'll bear witness to our own slow, subtle change
Yeah, and poke fun at all the things that still remain
So raise a styrofoam cup
Because, beneath it all
There was something here to see:
That even now, with sober hearts
You're the closest thing to me