Where's that San Miguel when you need one?
Where's the empty dance floor?
We own those Tuesday nights
I raise my glass for a cheer
This time only tears came out

But you know what I think
About the jealous mystiques
Seeing you and they killed long ago

I'm in
I'm the sleepover pal you never had
I'm in
Don't let this year and all its cycles get you down

Where are those suburban nights?
We want a raft to fit us both just right
Where are those weekend trips?
In the van it was bound to fight

Stars forgot our deal
On the east side we made it clear
And the clouds got in the way that night

Tonight it's coming out
It took one beer to throw these scars out
Tonight I'm coming down
From the nights under the general's house