Lyrics Pants - Zane Penny

It's so damn cold
I can't feel your hands
They're in the pockets
Of my pants
We're too damn old
To not understand
Why we decided
To ditch your friends

I'll tell em' meet em' at my house
Maybe we'll get drunk
Maybe we'll get shitfaced
To try to have some fun

But is it fun
And are they friends
Why don't we ever question ourselves
Enough to answer that

I'll tell em' meet em' at my house
Until the summer ends
And when it's over
We'll do it all again
We'll do it all again