Tomorrow is the first day of school but you don’t need to go

There’s nothing they can teach you that you don’t already know

You stand at the window and yawn as the autumn birds take wing

Looking down at the town feeling apprehensive about

(give or take)

Everything

Turns out being no one special is in fact quite tough

And although this whole thing may seem close enough

It gets progressively harder to pull off as time passes

You’re chewing the pencil as you go one last time over the list of your elective classes

And

The brightest student that you ever met

May have asked you out in July but by now has found something else

To occupy her mind

Instead

And come to think about it it’s not really so strange

To prefer things that don't change

Quite so fast

To something that was never going to last