I'm tired of living for the weekend
Not hip to dropping out of school
That's why I don't want to be here and I know you hate it too
I'm sick of sending salutations
No more making out with friends
Fed up with stupid expectations
Always let down in the end
I'm down just fooling around
This shirt is giving me a headache
I'm sure they wish that I would die
That's why I'll listen when they tell me
That he's such a super guy
You say you want to keep it simple
I say that I don't really care
I know you hate it when I say that
Hold your breath I'll be right there
Next time I'll wear my new necktie
Next time I won't have to drive
Next time I won't get so drunk and so high
Next time I won't butcher it
This day is fucking up my fore brain
Soco is soaked into my stem
Hot damn I do believe I've lost it
All to hell with all of them
Won't be let down in the end