[Sample]

Weird thing is, now I'm exactly where I wanna be, and I’m still just thinking about my old pals. Only now they're the ones I've made here

[Verse 1]

Maybe I’ll live in a basement

Maybe I'll call you, maybe I'll be "call waiting"

And I won't notice anything, so please turn to me sometimes

And scream, so I know its all still real

Remember when we were driving and you thought you saw a wolverine

Or at least the same kind of thing

And I laughed at you, skunk bears don't live here anymore

Perhaps it was just a raccoon?

They steal tasty treats from the street as food to eat

They love it, they love it, they love it, they love...

And I can list the things I care about

Like showing people songs, or just knowing all the words and singing along

I can list the things I care about

Like showing people songs, or just knowing all the words and singing along

I can list the things I care about

Like showing people songs, or just knowing all the words and singing along

[Sample]

I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days, before you've actually left them. Someone should write a song about that

I can list the things I care about

Like showing people songs, or just knowing all the words and singing along

And love feels like jellybeans

My heart's filled up with little bears made of candy concrete

(I don’t know how this goes. Should I just do that last part again?)

(Yeah, no problem. We need some more harmonies anyway.)