College

[Verse 1:]
I'm sick of writing songs that nobody listens to
And living with my parents in my childhood bedroom
I'm sick of how everybody acts like they know what's going on
But they won't ever tell you
I'm sick of waking up with nowhere to go
And veins full of tar and lungs full of smoke
I'm sick of these hands around my throat
I don't even know who they belong to

[Chorus:]
But I don't wanna go back to college
I don't wanna live out of a bottle
You're dressed up looking like a model
You say it's fucked up how I never call you
But I don't wanna go back to high school
My friends don't like me, I don't like you
And girl you're looking real cute in that light blue
Sundress, undrеssing in the front room

[Verse 2:]
I remembеr skipping classes to cut myself
I remember Savannah saying "you need some help"
When the wound runs deep, it bleeds like hell
I'm used to this, couldn't you tell?

[Chorus:]
But I don't wanna go back to college
I don't wanna live out of a bottle
You're dressed up looking like a model
You say it's fucked up how I never call you
But I don't wanna go back to high school
My friends don't like me, I don't like you
And girl you're looking real cute in that light blue
Sundress, undressing in the front room