Misguided Cult lyrics

Sitting down in a circle Like some kind of misguided cult We sit around and fall apart Thinking about what we’ve done Exchanging stories about our hometowns We dish about the first time we got punched Paint a star in a field Like some kind of misguided cult We’re moving up in the cold world We’re gonna finally get even Tonight Exchanging stories about our hometowns We dish about the first time we got high