[Intro]
How bad could it be?
It’s just dinner.
With her friends.
…
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
[Verse 1]
The boys and I can sit for four damn hours With a case of beer and a busted lawn chair
Nobody talks much Nobody has to
Somehow we still know exactly what’s going on
One guy says:
“Work sucks.”
Everybody nods.
Conversation complete.
Apparently that means friendship.
[Pre-Chorus]
Simple.
Efficient.
No follow-up questions.
No danger.
[Chorus]
Out with friends
Her god damn friends
Good God they’re still talking
The story started before appetizers
And somehow we’re now in Season Three
There’s characters
Subplots
Unexpected twists
And I no longer remember the original point
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
[Verse 2]
One friend tells a story
Another friend tells a story
Then somebody interrupts
With a story about the fucking story
Then somebody remembers Something from 2014
And suddenly we’re doing flashbacks
Like this is a documentary series
I’ve learned things
I was never meant to know
About people
I’ve never met
[Pre-Chorus]
How do they remember this stuff?
How is there still more?
[Chorus]
Out with friends
Her god damn friends
Please God they’re still talking
I’ve heard six perspectives
On the same seven-minute event
There’s diagrams
Evidence
Witness testimony
And somehow nobody’s reached a conclusion
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
[Bridge]
The boys could summarize this entire night with:
“Yeah.
It was alright.”
That’s it.
That’s the report.
Meanwhile these people are constructing
A cinematic universe.
And they’re not even halfway done.
[Guitar Solo]
[Final Chorus] [Key Lift]
Out with friends
Her fucking friends
I think I’ve lost track of time
The sun was out
When this conversation started
I now recognize different geological eras
The waiter knows our birthdays
I’ve finished three drinks
And they’re still discussing
Page one
Of the first story
[Outro]
Then they looked at me.
And asked me for my opinion.
About someone from Story A.
Who did something to Sub plot B.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.