I'll still be here holding down the fort
When the odd/even parking starts
When the plows and
The salt trucks go on call
When the sun gets evicted
Every day around six
Like it can't pay the rent like me
Or it just can't stay in this city
'cause it saw us in August
The way we spent all of our time and our money and it just got embarra**ing
Or maybe it just moved someplace warmer
And a little less bitter
Like California
I hear it's nice there
So, can I crash on your couch
When I come out to find that absent, fiery turncoat ba*tard?
It owes me a lot for the damages
Of five months every year
Starved of serotonin
Left alone to freeze
If the sun pays up
I'm buying plane tickets home
From San Diego, Minnesota and Taijong
I'll meet you at the airport with my brother when you land
And I swear to god
I'm buying Rick a minivan
Then we'll break into Caroline
With a case of dollar twenty-twos
And a stereo
With a mixtape of the songs that we'll all know till we die
When's the last time we did that?
I know we're getting older
Getting married
Living continents apart
But this graffiti ridden basement
Doesn't care how old we are
We all know goddamn well
It was a pretty bad band name
But to hell if it's not still true
My Kindred Spirits forever
All of you