Next Semester

Stand up straight now, Can’t break down, Graduate now, I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here, It’s a taste test, Of what I hate less, Can you die of anxiousness? I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here, What’s about to happen? What’s about to happen? I remember, I remember certain things, What I was wearing, the yellow dashes in the street, I prayed those lights would take me home, Then I heard, “Hey kid, get out of the road!” I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here, Can’t feel my legs, I might suffocate, There’s a pressure in my chest, I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here, What’s about to happen? What’s about to happen? I remember, I remember certain things, What I was wearing, the yellow dashes in the street, I prayed those lights would take me home, Then I heard, “Hey kid, get out of the road!” Can’t change what you’ve done, Start fresh next semester. I remember, I remember certain things, What I was wearing, the yellow dashes in the street, I prayed those lights would take me home, Then I heard, “Hey kid, get out of the road!” Can’t change what you’ve done, Start fresh next semester. It’s a taste test of what I hate less, I don’t want to be here, Start fresh with a new year. Can’t change what you’ve done, Start fresh next semester.