It comes apart,
the way it does in bad films.
Except in parts,
when the moral kicks in.
You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan
And the next five years trying to be with your friends again.
You're talking forty-five times just as fast as you can.
Yeah, I know it gets tired but it's better when we pretend.
Oh I know it gets tired
Oh but where are your friends tonight?
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