Next Semester
 Stand up straight now
 Can't break down
 Graduate now
 I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here

 It's a taste test
 Of what I hate less
 Can you die of anxiousness?
 I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here
 What's about to happen? What's about to happen?

 I remember, I remember certain things
 What I was wearing, the yellow dashes in the street
 I prayed those lights would take me home
 Then I heard, "Hey kid, get out of the road!"
 I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here

 Can't feel my legs
 I might suffocate
 There's a pressure in my chest
 I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here
 What's about to happen? What's about to happen?

 I remember, I remember certain things
 What I was wearing, the yellow dashes in the street
 I prayed those lights would take me home
 Then I heard, "Hey kid, get out of the road!"

 Can't change what you've done
 Start fresh next semester

 I remember, I remember certain things
 What I was wearing, the yellow dashes in the street
 I prayed those lights would take me home
 Then I heard, "Hey kid, get out of the road!"

 And then he slowed down
 And rolled down his window
 Then he said
 "Can't change what you've done
 Start fresh next semester"

 It's a taste test of what I hate less
 I don't want to be here
 Start fresh with a new year

 Can't change what you've done
 Start fresh next semester