Summer, 2007 
Drunk at the wedding 
Of my former enemy 
Those days 
I was still stuck in my young ways 
Back when the fresh-faced girls 
Were still a friend to me 
The theme song 
To this sitcom 
Don't have shit on 
Our greatest episode 
I still think back to 
All that shrink-wrap you 
Placed around your heart 
As it overflowed 
But who knows where we are? 
Now that my first car 
Houses nothing but the stuffing 
Of the pain of mundane joyful suffering 
Sad modernity 
Had its turn with me 
Baby, did it have its turn with you? 
You moved out to Seattle 
You won the raffle 
At work for the waterpark 
You drove me across 
The country black with loss 
But something in the dark 
Well, we made it spark 
But who knows where we are? 
Now that my first car 
Spun itself into the median 
On I-75 this evening 
Sad modernity 
Had its turn with me 
Baby, did it have its turn with you? 
My mom's there 
Selling menswear 
In the lens flare 
Of some little memory 
Summer, 2027 
Drunk at the wedding 
Of my newest enemy