rush week

When you first texted you were drunk

You said you missed my pick-up truck

And how you thought you'd always end up like an angel

Through that alpha pi embrace

You start feeling out of place

The months get longer as you're waiting for next April

Yeah, no one is gonna buy it except your sister's Delta Chi

It's just something that you can't explain

Although you're sleeping there tonight and you're already getting higher

Then the star sign that you found my faith