WHS

I was walking at school All teary, red eyed With my hands in my pockets Music all inside Now it's four in the morning All the paper's torn Ink and water and blood Dripped on the hardwood floor Girls all up in their heads Boys smoking weed in the bathroom I'm right here you know Staring blankly through the laughter Crowded halls and empty walls I feel like I'm in prison Monotones droning on The state that I exist in Are the freshmen throwing chairs again? I need the motherfucking weekend Dehydration and sleep deprivation Just another metaphor for my motivation I have bruises on my arms And scars on my thighs Acne covers my forehead More crammed in my mind Up three more flights of stairs (I love this chronic back pain!) I haven't washed my hair (in a week?) There's too much shit in my brain Girls all up in their heads Boys stoned off their ass in the bathroom I'm right here you know Staring blankly through the laughter Crowded halls and empty walls I feel like I'm in prison Monotones droning on The state that I exist in Are the seniors ditching class again? I need the motherfucking weekend Dehydration and sleep deprivation Just another metaphor for my motivation