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



Credits
Writer(s): Derek Fassino
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