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This song was cut from plans to be on Horse Friend. Originally composed Jan. 2014, went through many revisions.

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lyrics

We’re no longer the basement dwellers
We deluded ourselves to be
We’ve long since exited our cellars
And dragged our domdaniel deity

We’re not a secret club, we’re just telling lies
Hold my hand — these aren’t golden skies
When memes mummify
it’s time to change or time to die

Castigate bandwagoners, form an elite
Cringe at their hats as cats croon and compete
We chose our scapegoat to abuse
We lost our “cool” when we got conceit
From the summer’s end blues

A girl’s comin’ to the stable
She’s the first of her kind
(Give her a new label
Examine her from all sides)

We see her weak and emotional so our mystique is devotion for
Our unwritten bible of hypocritical laws
Agents of change may respond to articles of abuse
But won’t repaint our violet hues (or our silence, or our flaws)

If she must (and she will) join our pack
Don’t just cringe and turn your back
Act under guise of equine news
We disguise holes as little cracks
With the summer’s end blues

We didn’t set out with a mission, we blindly fell into this game
And nothing could stop us rolling on
We didn’t have any plans or vision, we gathered moss, garnered fame
And then we did a con

And then came two, and then came five
we’d never felt so alive
’til that night in Vegas — the day the sun died

They ran off to Tijuana
With their money to hide

But we launched an inquest all for free
Paid back the staff at Doubletree
Sure we thought we paid our dues
Is this now where we want to be?
It’s the summer’s end blues

Pink dominated discussions
Forest burned from a spark
You started seeing more news of abuse
Than talk of plots or story arc

A cause so loud you couldn’t hide
Broke our laws, full-split divide
No matter what hand you play you lose
We made a young girl want to die
I say we, that’s you and I
We all helped tighten up her noose
Did we learn nothing about friends?
Is the guise so broke it bends?
We all mined and consumed our muse
But there’s no letters left to send
With the summer’s end blues

Hold my hand, I just want to fly
Hold my hand, I just want to hide
Our memes are mummified
Our memes have mummified
It’s time to change or time to die