| Its our anniversary | |
| I leave it ajar | |
| And go outside | |
| To look at the driveway stars | |
| The crickets are chirping | |
| They stop at my step | |
| I stop my step | |
| And they start up again | |
| Its our anniversary and the bullfrogs | |
| And everything that can sing is singing its mating song | |
| The soil is steaming | |
| Grass is swooning | |
| Guns or fireworks are popping | |
| Down in the town | |
| A woman is running | |
| A man jumps up and down | |
| Its our anniversary and youve hidden my keys | |
| This is one anniversary youre spending with me | |
| I slide in the front seat | |
| The drivers side | |
| To hotwire and hightail crosses my mind | |
| But still in the driveway | |
| Fixed like the stars | |
| I flip on the headlights | |
| And go back inside | |
| The climates controlled | |
| While the battery dies | |
| Clipping the wings of your morning flight | |
| The night will end | |
| In some form of excess | |
| Pants around ankles | |
| Too weak to fully undress | |
| Its our anniversary | |
| A celebration of | |
| And heres to next year | |
| Maybe youll join me in my car | |
| We'll drive together | |
| But not too far | |
| We are far from flowers | |
| Cut and dried | |
| So let us thrive let us thrive | |
| Let us thrive let us thrive | |
| Just like the weeds | |
| We curse sometimes |