October 24, 2009

Lyrics: I don’t want to graduate

Thursday, 07 August 2008 at 23:30

These aisles of memories
They’re steeply priced
You can have them frosted
Or you can have them iced

Strangers in the hallways
I never thought I’d see
So many times and for the last
Before we’re history

In their eyes big questions
You thought they knew you well
Sediments of hours and hours
As black as purgatory or hell

Soul mates are mortal too
Like the heat of summers lost
To mingle in the typhoon
It’s themselves at any cost

Malleable as toffee
Crumbling mud from mud
Drawn like zip lines to idiocy
Burning out like cigarette butts

Uprooted like dry grass
In a non-descript dustbowl
Sustaining the all important farce
To make up for some soul

These hills are alive with cud-chewing cows
Stone walls forever echo our frivolous anthem
Let the uniform herd take its ill deserved bows
As the model class takes in short lived illumination

I don’t want to move on and furthermore
Don’t want to progressively regress
So immune now to those social scores
Attached to ambitious marionettes

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