Don't f*ck this up for me
You don't know what it means
Saying is what it seems
And I say what I think
Pregame, let the shot ring
You're either with or
On another team
Loosen up,
Don't Call it
Like some referee
Be my tight lipped cavalry
And I weep at the thought
Of taking my
Bottled beer away
Cause this isn't what it seems
This could be A final test
For me
But Before it spirals down the drain.
One last big hurray
Hey, hey wait.
Wait, wait, wait
I'm falling behind
Hold on tight
Hey wait
And I see
My friend looking
Down on me
Did he have fun
Or loose his ID
Can't read the clock
But I know it's past the party
No shadow of doubt
Its past the party
