Dan When Are You Coming Over to Shotgun More Beers Again?
We’re at the party, Frank and Kev are wasted. Mark you’re nowhere to be found and I’m locked in a bathroom in the basement
Dan, where are you? (I’m right here)
I can here her calling (what’s she saying?)
She saying, “When are you coming over to shotgun more beers again?”

I wanna know what it’s like to feel like myself, I’m tired of holding up appearances and tearing down the walls of my brain
Are you here? Let’s go home. I’m tired of prеtentious conversations about how your friends arе better than mine
I wanna go back to that little spot behind those train tracks tonight

Can you walk me to my car? I can’t seem to remember where I parked it We both know that’s bullshit, I just need sometime to explain myself
And I know your sorry and I’m sorry Im probably still know quite over it
And I know it’s hard to be in love with me when I’m so caught up in the past
It’s alright, I’ll go out and get drunk and try my best to forget about it
It’s alright, I’ll call dan to come over to shotgun more beers again