OVER

We’re all popular in high school,
until you graduate and find out the truth.
We’re all fucked up kids,
high off the same chemicals the janitors use.
Preaching love and friendship,
your love is a drug, and your friends take the hit.
This game is getting so old,
and the players are moving so slow.
The instruction manual ended on page ten.
Fuck it, I’m living my life again.