High School Frets

If the sun rises and my acne's still here I'm gonna be pissed We can have an argument for a couple years about cheese, my favorite is Swiss Good morning to greasy hair, worn out shoes and dry hands and lips Staff and students alike stare at fluorescent lights cause no one seems to give a shit Oh Everybody's so afraid of everyone else Oh Everybody's so afraid of bein themselves Oh Everybody's so afraid of everyone else Oh Everybody's so afraid of bein themselves I've been told a couple times by some old heads who are still alive They would like to be back in high school If it doesn't get better than this that's so fucked up no that's not cool Good afternoon to assignments due my retirements soon, gray hairs are coming through Staff and students alike all have desires to die or get into a fist fight Oh Quit acting like a king, you're only eighteen Oh First a guillotine, now you think you're the monarchy Oh By the way, take a peep at my beanie Oh Look at my flannel-hey dude I said stop smoking Oh Oh Oh Oh If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun If only I weren't so goddamn stressed these past years could've been fun