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.



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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 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 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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