Your Midas touch on
the Chevy door
November flush
and your flannel cure
This dorm was
once a madhouse
I made a joke
Well it's make for me
How evergreen
our group of friends
Don't think
we'll say that word again
And soon
they'll have the nerve to
deck the halls
That we once walked through
One for the money
two for the show
I never was ready
so I watch you go
Sometimes you
just don't know the answer
'Til someone's on their knees
and asks you
She would've made
such a lovely bride
What a shame
she's f**ked in the head
they said
But you'll find
the real thing instead
She'll patch up
your tapestry that I shred
And hold your hand
while dancing
Never leave you standing
Crestfallen on the landing
With champagne problems