[Spoken Intro: Wilbur Soot]
So like here comes a G-sharp
G-sharp
And then back to C-sharp minor, see, it's kind of random

[Verse 1: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, TommyInnit, & Wilbur Soot]
And every sentence that I spoke began and ended in ellipsis
(La-la-la, la-la-la)
Each of eight fingers gripping what he wrote
Clung on tightly, like parenthesis
And for each correctly used apostrophe
I could feel my heart sink inside my chest in front of me

[Verse 2: All, Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit]
So, maybe the lining of a winter's coat
Mightn't be the best place to hide a summer secret
You said every photo that you took that festival
Got lost in your camera in an insurance scam
And though underexposed, I could see from the quality
His K Records T-shirt and you holding his hand
And I know he took you to the beach
I can tell from how you bite on your cheek
Every time the sand falls from your insoles
And when our eyes meet
All that I can read is, "You're the B-side"
[Verse 3: All, Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit]
I said, "It's not what you like, it's what you're like as a person"
Well, I need new hobbies, that's one thing for certain
"Not what you like, but what you're like as a person"
Well, I need new hobbies, that's one thing for certain

[Spoken Outro: Wilbur Soot]
Give us an E, Tommy, go on, you finish it, give us an E, finish it. No, E, n⁠— chord! There we go! Good job, Tommy