Fast Times At Drop-Out High

Alone at last.
 Just nostalgia and I
 We were sure to have a blast.
 For you it was just another sunday
 In a small indiana town.
 I went by the place where you and I
 Wrote our names in wet cement
 And for a moment remembered how it felt
 To have no one understand that there's this dream
 And they're not part of it
 How soon we do forget.
 The house was gone but the piano lingers on
 And so does the fire that burned it to the ground.
 You can take away all of my rights to see the day
 But you can't take away my love for the day.
 Then there's the time that you took me aside
 And said I was not your only son
 Childhood is so fucked up.
 I never had any closer friends
 Than the ones I had when I was young.
 Alone again just you and i
 Nostalgia wave goodbye.
 I think it's time for me to go.