From the recording Lite Treasons
Lyrics
Don′t tell the boys that you've been crying in my arms
Yeah, I believe it′s sharing season for the feelings in our hearts
Go ahead, sign the dotted line and join our little cult
We'll talk about how childhood traumas guide our actions as adults
Slam the bottle on the counter
Take this thing down shot for shot
You know I've made a lot of best friends, Jeff
You′re the best friend that I′ve got
And now we're howling at the moon
Hell, yeah, we′re making lots of noise
You know I hate to say "I love you"
But thеre ain't no other choice
Don't tell the boys that we done spent the week inside
And watched three seasons of the OC ′til Marrisa fucking dies
You know at times, I′m more like Ryan, you're a little more like Seth
You′re so quick-witted when we talk about what happens after death
I heard your brother's in the desert
He′s been fighting for our freedom
He's been chasing nameless faces
Ever since he finished rehab
Can we support the individual
Without supporting the whole fucking complex?
It′s either shooting guns or heroin
At least one of 'em pays for college, ah, shit!