Lyrics: David Daignault/Neal Berg/Nick Erickson
Music: David Daignault/Neal Berg/Nick Erickson
Are you having fun?
Spending your spring break at home for a month?
You probably won't tell anyone
I'm willing to bet ten dollars that
You'll never see the sun
Never see the sun
It's not you but
I think it's me
If we don't leave now
You'll just take my keys
You'll just complain that there's nothing to see
But quote on quote an abundance of trees
And now you're laying horizontal in my back seat
As I cater to your obsession to control the heat
And 8 hours long isn't bad for me
I swear to ****ing god
I can do it in my sleep
So I slept the whole ride home
To a playlist of high school songs
I know you'll leave, so what's the use?
'Cause I still be a mess this time next year
And you'll be with someone new
And are you having fun?
Spending your spring break at home for a month?
You never told anyone
Do you think we'll make it home
Before we see the sun
Do you think we'll make it home?
Before we see the sun