Fast Times At Drop-Out High

Alone at last. Just nostalgia and I

We were sure to have a blast

For you it was just another Sunday

In a small Indiana town

I went by the place where you and I

Wrote our names in wet cement

And for a moment remembered how it felt

To have no one understand that there's this dream

And they're not part of it. How soon we do forget

The house was gone but the piano lingers on

And so does the fire that burned it to the ground

You can take away all of my rights to see the day

But you can't take away my love for the day

Then there's the time that you took me aside

And said I was not your only son

Childhood is so fucked up

I never had any closer friends

Than the ones I had when I was young

Alone again just you and I

Nostalgia wave goodbye

I think it's time for me to go

Every day I come by your house and I pick you up

We go out we have a few drinks

And a few laughs in the spring

You know what the best part of my day is?

For about 10 seconds from when I pull up to the curb to when I get to your door

Cause I think maybe I'll get up there and knock on the door

And you won't be there

No goodbye, no see ya later no nothing

Just left

I don't know much but I know that