We would slay the '60s once and for all. So to all you baby boomers who are laughing at us now, all you haters hiding behind slogans, to all you politicians, real estate brokers, and venture capitalists worried about finding a new scapegoat to replace us, fuck all y'all. And even if my company is fucked, the Weakerthans will keep me company. Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand, these strangers whose faces I know. We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say, 'I wanted it this way' and wait for the year to drown.
Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
Long ago, way before the rush, everything was Heathers High, and we had been voted least likely to succeed. In truth, there's not much to miss or even mention about the Icarus flight. Daedalus won't mourn, and neither should we. You kept it real all along. It's what really unites the world.