My Last Semester

I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place The weight of the world 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 bullshit 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 up 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 shit 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." [Hook] So they're calling it blasphemy A fucking 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 fucking losing my head trying to understand this Kids outside with guitars hoping for someone to notice No one wants to hear your sappy bullshit All these fake-tan girls laughing at art school kids Getting lots in return for being substance-less You're too caught in semantics to see it But you're no fucking different [Hook] 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