Internet Salad - High School Frets

If the sun rises and my acne's still here
I'm gonna be pissed
We can have an argument for a couple years about cheese, my favorite is Swiss
Good morning to greasy hair, worn out shoes and dry hands and lips
Staff and students alike stare at fluorescent lights cause no one seems to give a shit

Oh
Everybody's so afraid of everyone else
Oh
Everybody's so afraid of bein themselves
Oh
Everybody's so afraid of everyone else
Oh
Everybody's so afraid of bein themselves

I've been told a couple times by some old heads who are still alive
They would like to be back in high school
If it doesn't get better than this that's so fucked up no that's not cool
Good afternoon to assignments due my retirements soon, gray hairs are coming through
Staff and students alike all have desires to die or get into a fist fight

Oh
Quit acting like a king, you're only eighteen
Oh
First a guillotine, now you think you're the monarchy
Oh
By the way, take a peep at my beanie
Oh
Look at my flannel-hey dude I said stop smoking

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If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun
If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun
If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun
If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun
If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun
If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun
If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun
If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun

Written by:
Gryffin MacAulay

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