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!" Oh-whoa-oh (and then he slowed down), oh-whoa-oh Oh-whoa-oh (and rolled down his window), oh-whoa-oh (And 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 wanna be here Start fresh with a new year Can't change what you've done Start fresh next semester