It's been two weeks since the party
But I'm just cleaning up
The empties are all moldy
I don't give a fuck
They say I got no passion but they don't see me here
Getting stupid with my friends and spilling tons of beer
I'll miss you most of all when I'm gone
This is a love letter to my basement
This is a song for all my friends
When we all have kids and mortgages
It'll never be the same again
It's been two weeks since the party
I'm just sobering up
If I believe in anything, I believe in fun
I'd be bummed if I wasn't so stoked
I'm so grateful I could cry
I used to wonder why I'm alive but now I totally know why
I'll miss you most of all
I'll miss these concrete walls
I'll miss this disgusting moldy carpet
Where all our beers would fall
I'd miss my ringing ears if they'd ever go away
I'll be damned if I hold these thoughts in and miss my chance to say
This is a love letter to my basement
This is a song for all my friends
When we all have kids and mortgages
It'll never be the same again
I'd be bummed if I wasn't so stoked
I'm so grateful I could cry
I used to wonder why I'm alive but now I totally know why
This is a love letter to my basement
This is a song for all my friends
When we all have kids and mortgages
It'll never be the same again
I'd be bummed if I wasn't so stoked
I'm so grateful I could cry
I used to wonder why I'm alive but now I totally know why
I love you guys
