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