Fast Times At Drop Out High
just nostalgia and i
we were sure to have a blast
for you it was just another sunday
in a small indiana town
i went by the place
where you and i
wrote our names in wet cement
and for a moment
remembered how it felt
to have no one understand
that there's this dream
and they're not a part of it
how soon we do forget
the house was gone
but the piano lingers on
and so does the fire
that burned it to the ground
you can take away
all of my rights to see the day
but you can't take away
my love for the day
then there's that time
where u took me aside
and said i was not your only son
childhood is so fucked up
i never had any closer friends
than the ones i had when i was young
alone again just you and i
nostalgia wave goodbye
i think it's time for me to go