Verse 1:
The rooms are lit by Christmas Lights
Everybody’s dancing even though some are white
Drinking white wine on a coastal city
Everybody’s sweaty, everybody is pretty
Eating cheesecake someone left in the fridge,
There’s none left when everyone takes a smidge
Some want conversations, some just want sex
Everybody’s face lights up when they think they get a text
Fun is prevalent, but so are garagebands
If you’ve seen a band too much does that mean that you’re a fan
Put your bike in the foyer, tie your sweater round your waist
Some relationships are open to taste other people’s face

Hook:
In all of the chaos is just a search for connection
Whether it manifests in a laugh a game or erection

Hook:
In all of the chaos is just a search for connection
Whether it manifests in a laugh a game or erection

Verse 2:
Crying kids puking so they can keep drinking
Trying to stop trying to figure what people are thinking
Every person trying to talk to pretty girls
Rather be in this party than out inside the world
Megalomania coming out of the speakers
Sad eyed people are the daytime readers
Some people need beer just to talk to each other
Some people need beer just to talk to their brothers
Receiving from father late night drunk texts
Its not a good idea to right now call your x
I’m just gonna tell her that I still love her
Even though oedipally she looks like my mother

Chorus:
In all of the chaos is just a search for connection
Whether it manifests in a laugh a game or erection
And Since we went secular, there’s no better way to congregate
The party’s just a ploy to get us all to participate
find people to imitate
find people to satiate
find people to procreate
And then we start it all over and celebrate

Verse 3:
Instead of beer he brought Thanksgiving ham,
I Took a shitting selfie for my instagram
Crop-top beginners and experienced male sinners
Drink PBR and eat each other for dinner
Its often a bad idea to listen to your mother
But she’s probably right when says to use a rubber
I’m eating my phone and my friends are oblivious
I’ll dance to David Bowie though he might've been fascist
Boys want to be the guy with all the pictures
Show all their friends the options they can pick from
Collared shirts and words that hurt and making glasses cool
Wondering if in ten years you’ll be with mortgage and pool