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The clockface taunts with its lazy spin
Another problem I'll never win
I catch your eye — a silent chart
We both stand up ，the same old art
"Need some water,"
"Stomach's tight"
Two hall-passes burning in the light
We met where the hallway starts to bend
Two rebels with time to spend
We trade the blackboard for the bleeding sky
Our uniform ties getting loose and high
Talking 'bout the galaxies, talking 'bout the pain
While counting the minutes like stolen rain
The backpack hides a forbidden weight
Oh two glass-clinking secrets
Behind the gym where the lost balls roll
We toast to the chaos of growing souls
The liquid burns but the laughter's light
A fuzzy halo in the noon bright
We hide the evidence in the rusted bin
Two empty soldiers who've seen it all
They say we'll miss the important lines
The dates and the facts and the dotted signs
But we will learn a different kind of math
Counting the seconds before the coming wrath
We're kings of the concrete, the untaught truth
Two rebels sipping the fountain of youth
In the eye of the storm where the schedule lies
We are brilliantly, beautifully, wasting time
