The day I met your high school friends

You proposed we steal from them

We drove my mom's car to the north shore

I was your chauffeur with no plans

No surprise, the dewy cans

Slid right through our slimy hands

And then we drove off

Back to Montauk

We're The World's Worst Anarchists

(Da da da)

The day I met your old roommates

Well, you had to meet me at the gate

Winked as I rolled past and blocked the rest

Blamed it on the new climate

The day I met your ex-boyfriend

At the empty train station

Heard who got barred from Philadelphia

I see how your views could change

But if that's what your latest call "progressive"

Then, heaven knows, I want no part of it

'Cause if "holding folks accountable for cream cheese wiped off a bagel"

Is, well

A surface that reflective should've been careful with any

Outside noise afloat

Searching for a place to go

'Cause now you've got friends with covered eyes

And plans that'd make the last ones cry

Lemme tell you 'bout it