All the sophomores are a bustle
The autumn wind knows no one's company today
A piece of Northface fights the fray while all the DJs start to play
And I would hustle if that set is due at eight
A red river lines the trail
Your run is littered by a pack of little leaves
And while you wait you have to plead yourself to not go home with
Reasons how you sailed through another month with Bs
I've been carving pictures, spitting out the seeds in lectures
Keeping time with all your problems, wishing that you'd fucking solve them
Skip the weekend go to Boston, missing out on Friday frolic seems
Like a good trade to me, but you don't agree and
There's a line that runs, out this door to all the
Opportunities and broken spirit makers
You're a casualty of what's become expected
Four years of fucking up well, let's drink until we're reckless
And there's that girl you're always seeing
She looks so shy in this dimly lit facade
But it's so loud you wander till she's gone, just traces left of Goldenrod
It's freeing but depressing all along
And all your friends have got their shit shows
The only remedies a dusty stack of books
And while you're buried in those scenic hooks, you'll just about avoid the looks
From all the chances that you never took
Dress the room up nicely, have all the drinks been put on ice yet?
A crawl was stopping through on 7th, I was thinking maybe Neon Indian
To a night we won't remember, so why does this seem so familiar now?
A thousand times before so what's one more
There's a line that runs, out this door to all the
Opportunities and broken spirit makers
You're a casualty of what's become expected
Four years of fucking up well, let's drink until we're reckless
There's a line that runs, out this door to all the
Opportunities and broken spirit makers
You're a casualty of what's become expected
Four years of fucking up well, let's drink until we're reckless
It's been far too long, we really need to talk
When we were so naive, she thought we both were so cool
I remember once when I was so much younger
This all seemed so enchanting, what's happened to my hunger
There's a line that runs, out this door to all the
Opportunities and broken spirit makers
You're a casualty of what's become expected
Four years of fucking up well, let's drink until we're reckless
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