A memory swarm from a lesser hive
Leaves you crying in the bathroom at the party
While the unholy midwest drunk drivers
Lace up the highways like always
Here's another night that feels amazing
Until the morning
The summer boys smile at everybody
But they only leave with young sociopaths
Ugly smiles on such pretty people
“They're worse off in a lot of ways.”
That's what you say
The August rats are the first to feel the chill
When the fall's coming on
They say “f**, man. Can't something be
Kinda good before it's kinda gone?”
Here's another garbage year to dread the end of
Like a nothing kiss that felt so arbitrary
Felt like it was something you were supposed to do
A symptom of youth
Those carsick tears on that sh**ty birthday
“Well, it will all be for something someday.”
That's what you say