Hold On: Some Still Remain

Some Still Remain


All our college friends are breaking up
Phoned-in proposals were made
And jokes about the walk of shame
But it’s all right
Cindy can’t remember a thing
They said to wear a bathing suit
Some sordid sorority
I wasn’t really paying attention
Just rubbernecking the wreckage
My god
It gets to me, now and then…

(Chorus)
Sorry for rambling; just calling to tell you I love you
And that I’m…
Such a lucky son-of-a-bitch
And I know it…
Hey, will you talk me to sleep if sun doesn’t beat us?
God, I’m…
Such a lucky son-of-a-bitch
And I know it…

Cause all our college friends are breaking up
Seniors foresee the diaspora
But not before the unhooked bra
But it’s all right
Right on time for the fourth-year-fifth
They said he had to grow a pair
“If she’s a feminist she must be a dike”
“Come on, were hazing the freshmen tonight”
Now I’m rubbernecking the wreckage
Oh god
It gets to me, now and then…

(Repeat chorus)

All our college friends are falling apart
Kenneth’s on the rebound again
With that smooth skin he’ll fuck anything
And Hannah thought
It was better not to let him know
Thank god this isn’t her hometown
With her hometown laws
Of course, the irony hits her then
But still she takes care of it
You know
It really gets to me, now and then…

(Repeat chorus)


January 7, 2009