This must be the place
I can tell by your glare
I wouldn't touch you on a dare.
Seven months to June and even then, so what?
My mouth is open, my book is shut.
My air guitar is out of tune
My stupid hair is so '82 to you
At least I don't fit in. Corner me in chemistry
It's all just simple math to me
Call me your names
Make them stick
I'll laugh until I am sick. Glad that that's all through
Got better friends than you
Just can't remember where I left them.
I'll see you all in classExpect the best, accept the worst.
Walk until your blush subsides
Drink beneath the 405 in the ivy
And think about that girl.
Two grades below, she pierced her nose
Way before it was cool
Some older guy with a motorbike picks her up after school. This school's a living hell
I work and don't get paid,
I smoke a lot but can't get laid.
Sit and stare, it's all we do
All my friends are broken, too.
We're just waiting
Waiting to begin.
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