And

And

how does a teacher even try And reach her
poisoning her future with synthetic pleasure
and I measure and measure the time wasted against
a spoonful of treasure that temporary pleasure
that lives for a second under the stars
making decisions right now
that don’t meet tomorrow anyhow
and I feel like I’m pullin’ a plow through the bog of youth
and screamin’ “hey here’s the truth”
and then he looks away and says what’s for lunch
and the car rolls at lunch and everyone crawls out
the window hole and hides the cans and worries
about the scar for senior pictures tomorrow
and econ notes blow down the fairway to bed, bath, and beyond
and now who is gonna drive tonight cuz its senior year
and we gotta do it right
and she walks alone in her pom gear
that she dreamed about all last year
and now she’s alone as she passes him who’s alone
the pale kid with chains hanging off his soul
cuz she doesn’t know he’s breathin but that’s cool
cuz I’m gonna be somebody even if my dad don’t drive a boxster
and nobody chants “we are” anymore cuz one foots out the door
while he’s making it happen and she’s watching it and clappin
and they walk back with smoke in their hair and wonder what just happened
and they fight in the hall cuz that’s how we show affection
and Chris has three p.e.s but you can’t’ have more than one English
but I watched three movies and it was like so sub-ish