This must be the place.
I can tell by your glare.
I wouldnt 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 dont fit in.
Corner me in Chemistry.
Its all just simple math to me.
Call me your names.
Make them stick.
Ill laugh until I am sick.
Glad that thats all through.
Got better friends to do.
Just cant remember where I left them.
Ill see you all in class.
Not if I ditch first.
Expect 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 schools a living hell.
I work and dont get paid.
I smoke a lot but cant get laid.
Sit and stare, its all we do.
All my friends are broken, too.
Were just waiting. Waiting to begin.