Yearbook

Thanksgiving weekend was so beautiful

It truly was a sight to behold

Singing "Thrash Unreal" down Tenth Avenue South

And stealing beer from the party

Laughing at each other now

As we made out on the basement couch

That funeral weekend was so cold

The sexual tensions hit a fold

Playing century club on the basement couch

And drinking beers every thirty

Seconds before we made out

Your engagement is fading now

Like the scratches left upon my side

It's a secret that we keep to ourselves

YEAH!

Yeah it's a secret that

I used to feed the cat

Well it's a secret that

We keep to ourselves