my last semester - the wonder years

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“my last semester”

i’m not sad anymore, i’m just tired of this place.
the weight of the world be okay if it would pick a shoulder to lean on
so i could stand up straight.

i’m not sad anymore, i’m just tired of this place.
the h-m-phobic bullsh-t that’s somehow okay
just because you didn’t mean it that way.

i can’t take anymore of all the sc-m in this place.
sh-tty dudes with tribal tattoos all around,
lining up cheap beer and roofies for a party at their place.
trying to convince freshmen they’re somebody
by spending all of their parents’ money on kegstands
and matt says i don’t fit in.

all this mallrat goth sh-t is killing me.
thought that would end with high school at least.
but there are still kids and matt says
“college hit those dudes like a ton of bricks.”

so they’re calling it blasphemy,
a f-cking catastrophe
for saying it’s a stupid choice to make.
but this place just brings misery.
i hate what it does to me.
i fight, but i can’t escape the way that i don’t fit in with any of this.
and i don’t think we’re the same.

i’m f-cking losing my head trying to understand this.
kids outside with guitars hoping for someone to notice.
no one wants to hear your sappy bullsh-t.

all these fake-tan girls laughing at art school kids
getting lots in return for being substance-less.
you’re too caught in semantics to see it,
but you’re no f-cking different.

no.

i’m not sad anymore, i’m just waiting.
it’s two more months ’til i’m done with this.
and i don’t make sense to anyone but my best friends.
and i don’t fit in anywhere but the back of the van.

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my last semester - the wonder years

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