I’ll miss almonds, I’ll miss olives, I’ll miss wild tuna
I’ll miss the words for different birds, the fog in Petaluma
California’s burning, all the In-and-Outs and pluots
All my friends keep whispering: good night I guess we blew it
All my friends keep whispering: good night I guess we blew it

We tumble down the spillway, hit this shindig feeling fucked
So we shoot the sheriff’s billboard, make a blood pact with our thumbs
Travis has a kid now, Jesse moved to Tennessee
You can’t smell the fentanyl behind the T-Ball tee
Travis likes to stay up frying eggs and standing still
Jesse took his shirt off in the desert near the well
And he stared into the well
And he yelled into the well:

There are no more almond trees
There are no more rocket ships
All my friends keep whispering
I love you but I feel like…

Forget it, forget it, forget it again
Forget it, forget it, are you still my...
Forget it, forget it, forget it again
Forget it, forget it, are you still my friend?

We trickle through the kiddie pool and pimple up our smiles
So we stencil FUCK near Thrifty’s, leave the ice cream in a pile
Hunter has a double chin, Charlene was in Iraq
Hunter stocks the vegetables, then he stocks the beauty racks
Charlene sprays her screen door screen with Raid most every night
Hunter drains his forty then begs everyone to fight
Everyone should fight
Everyone alive

There are no more almond trees
There are no more rocket ships
All my friends keep whispering
I love you but I feel like…

Forget it, forget it, forget it again
Forget it, forget it, are you still my...
Forget it, forget it, forget it again
Forget it, forget it, are you still my friend?

I’ll miss Travis, I’ll miss Jesse
I’ll miss Hunter’s double chin
I’ll miss Charlene, she made the team
I am just a citizen

I won't miss the world, I'll miss
The way I walked around
I don't love the world, I love
The way it all went down

There are no more almond trees
There are no more rocket ships
All my friends keep whispering
I love you but I feel like…
Shit