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