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!"

And then he slowed down

And rolled down his window

Then he said

"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