Quick: our hosts are going to close their eyes to kiss

And we're the last people that they are going to miss

So let's smuggle some of wine out from the bar

And hide out until the silent auction in your car

And raise a styrofoam cup

Because, beneath it all

There was something here to see:

That even now, with sober hearts

You're the closest thing to me

You first knew me as this awkward teenage kid

Who dressed like Morrisey with spots and jutting ribs

Shrouding all the uncompelling things in me

In a silence that inferred great mystery

So raise a styrofoam cup

'cause, beneath it all

There was something here to see:

That even now, with sober hearts

You're the closest thing to me

And may our hosts find wedded love

Somewhere far away from us

We'll bear witness to our own slow, subtle change

Yeah, and poke fun at all the things that still remain

So raise a styrofoam cup

Because, beneath it all

There was something here to see:

That even now, with sober hearts

You're the closest thing to me