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