Yoni Wolf shares some backstory:
We were playing this show in Tempe or something, and this girl comes up to me. I was looking at her the whole time. She was really cute. She gives me her address if I wanna be pen pals or something on some 13-year-old shit. So I wrote a letter to her. In San Antonio...
I was walking through San Antonio before sound check
I was looking for some pole to do pull-ups on
I'd like to talk much longer
But I'm on somebody else's cell phone's time
Why we still sleep if Carolina was our
Wake up call, our almost done
I'll tell it to you like I got it in my mind
I'm fucking cold like a DQ Blizzard
You act like a slut but you're really a freezer
We love and hate like the tattood fists
And all these songs are sung on road trips
One night when I was walking home from your house
I kept smelling some sort of blown out candles
And the Monterrey birches were bare
Raising their skinny arms to the stars in surrender
We have to change if we're going to stay together
Cause I say rain when it's only a drizzle
You get stoned like death in the Bible
"She ain't gonna call 2" didn't make my list
But all the rest we sing on
And all the rest we sing on
And all these songs are sung on road trips
And the Monterrey birches were bare
Raising their skinny arms to the stars in surrender