The Quick Question Six

[Verse 1] The chat was called Quick Question; that was forty threads ago, Now somebody owns a gazebo and nobody seems to know. You sent the wrong location; we assembled by a bin, Then voted you our social chair and never checked again. There's a voice note of you ordering a kebab in your sleep, And a spreadsheet for a weekend that we couldn't organise for weeks. [Chorus] Do not forward, turn it up, Twenty-seven messages asking, Are you up? Bad ideas, good company, All our little disasters mean the world to me. Do not forward, let it play, I would choose you idiots every single day. [Verse 2] We said we'd have one quiet drink and be in bed by ten, At midnight we were helping someone's uncle move a hen. You brought a cheese board to the gym; we never questioned why, The photograph became our flag, the caption made me cry. Our most important document is Gary's parking fine, We quote it like a sacred text whenever plans decline. [Bridge] Then one night I typed, I'm struggling, and stared at what I'd said, You dropped the jokes, you found your keys, you came round with some bread. That stupid little glowing screen became a place to land, All our nonsense, all our history, and someone who understands. [Chorus] Do not forward, turn it up, Twenty-seven messages asking, Are you up? Bad ideas, good company, All our little disasters mean the world to me. Do not forward, let it play, I would choose you idiots every single day.