The guys that sit outside
They talk down to all the college girls
In their sailing shorts and blonde hair
Looking so happy in their driveway
What's wrong, man? You're shaking your head
Must be so nice to wake up in your own bed
Feeling nice and clean
Then I had that dream again
Where I'm shaking up a god damn storm
You were right
Then you held me there so tight
That was the worst night
The kids outside the school
Play basketball loud enough to shake your whole bedroom
Like the beats upstairs
Starting to get to us
And then Dave stalled so I could make it to the bus
Amazon boxes are piling up outside
You were right
Then you held me there so tight