I don’t mean to sound ungrateful
Shouldn’t we both be in frame
For such a reconnecting gesture
To be voyeurs in exchange
We could say we didn’t mean it
We could dig up all the names
We could brag about our future
Talk about our leaving day
We could have a small reunion
For all the people that we knew
We’ll all get drunk and celebrate
Here’s to me and here’s to you
Do we
Savor all the little pieces
Picture rooms and empty seats
Imagine everybody leaving
Without the starving self-esteems
We could say we didn’t mean it
We could dig up all the names
We could brag about our future
Talk about our leaving day
We could have a small reunion
We could dig up all the names
We could brag about our future
Talk about our leaving day
We could have a small reunion
For all the people that we knew
We’ll all get drunk and celebrate
Here’s to different shades of blue
Here’s to faces of our memory
To reprimanded attitudes
To forgetting all the pretense
To all the people that we knew
We’ll all get drunk and celebrate
Here’s to me and here’s to you
Do we