fuck school
The countdown is closing in around us.
Choking us but we don't feel it.
The countdown to the final day we must return to school
And spend another day with our friends and enemies.
The people we've seen almost every day for most of our lives.
Will I miss it?
I'd like to think not.
The rumors spread and reputations destroyed with gossip,
The lies told and the unforgiving lost friends.
The cliques made and the people left out.
The kids who wear name-brand clothes because they care too much or not enough.
The pressure on atlethes to do the best they can.
Will I miss it?
I'd like to think not.
The teasing kisses and uncontrollable flirts,
The fighting couple who were the perfect match,
The backstabbing from those "You'll always be my friend" friends,
The kids who think they're cool and the ones who try to be,
The swearing, crying and the occasional fight,
The parties, the alcohol and the sex.
All packed into the drawn-out years that seem like they'll never end,
But they will.
Will I miss it?
I'd like to think not.
Choking us but we don't feel it.
The countdown to the final day we must return to school
And spend another day with our friends and enemies.
The people we've seen almost every day for most of our lives.
Will I miss it?
I'd like to think not.
The rumors spread and reputations destroyed with gossip,
The lies told and the unforgiving lost friends.
The cliques made and the people left out.
The kids who wear name-brand clothes because they care too much or not enough.
The pressure on atlethes to do the best they can.
Will I miss it?
I'd like to think not.
The teasing kisses and uncontrollable flirts,
The fighting couple who were the perfect match,
The backstabbing from those "You'll always be my friend" friends,
The kids who think they're cool and the ones who try to be,
The swearing, crying and the occasional fight,
The parties, the alcohol and the sex.
All packed into the drawn-out years that seem like they'll never end,
But they will.
Will I miss it?
I'd like to think not.