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My Last Semester - The Wonder Years
Lyrics by:Michael Dominic Kennedy/Matthew Paul Brasch/Daniel Jason Campbell/Joshua James Martin/Kenneth Alrich Cavaliere
Composed by:Joshua James Martin/Kenneth Alrich Cavaliere/Matthew Paul Brasch/Daniel Jason Campbell/Michael Dominic Kennedy
I'm not sad anymore I'm just tired of this place
The weight of the world but be okay
If it would pick a shoulder to lean on
So I could stand up straight
I'm not sad anymore I'm just tired of this place
The homophobic bulls**t that's somehow okay
Just because you didn't mean it that way
I can't take anymore of all the scum in this place
Shitty dudes with tribal tattoos all around
Lining dry and cheap beer
And roofies for a party at their place
Trying to convince freshmen they're somebody
By spending all of their parents' money on kegstands
And Matt says I don't fit in
All this mallrat goth s**t is killing me
Thought that would end with high school at least
But there are still kids and Matt says
College hit those dudes like a ton of bricks
So they're calling it blasphemy
A f**king catastrophe
For saying it's a stupid choice to make
But this place just brings misery
I hate what it does to me
I fight but I can't escape the way that
I don't fit in with any of this
And I don't think we're the same
I'm f**king losing my head trying to understand this
Kids outside with guitars hoping for someone to notice
No one wants to hear your sappy bulls**t
All these fake-tan girls laughing at art school kids
Getting lots in return for being substanceless
You're too caught in semantics to see it
But you're no f**king different
So they're calling it blasphemy
A f**king catastrophe
For saying it's a stupid choice to make
But this place just brings misery
I hate what it does to me
I fight but I can't escape the way that
I don't fit in with any of this
And I don't think we're the same
No
I'm not sad anymore I'm just waiting
It's two more months 'til I'm done with this
And I don't make sense
To anyone but my best friends
And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van
And I don't make sense
To anyone but my best friends
And I don't I don't
Fit in anywhere but the back of the van
And I don't no
So they're calling it blasphemy
A f**king catastrophe
For saying it's a stupid choice to make