Snuck in through the tennis courts
Laid in the dark on the carpeted floor
Came here for a party in middle school
Rode my bike home drunk off of a Four Loko

Last time I saw you was a live stream of a funeral
You laughed when you told a story from when we were young
Looks like you're holding up alright
But I know it's sometimes hard to tell

I don't sleep in that room anymore
When the cicadas sync up, they breathe too hard

We watched a Phish concert and Human Centipede
Two things I now wish I had never seen
We smoked weed out of a Pepsi can
Lyin' around under a Christmas tree