if i’m just a slave
to my high school days
then when does a boy become a man
they say at 16 i will get tough and mean
college prep rally pep peachy keen
and i'll meet a gal and take her to the prom
and maybe we’ll make out
by the old viewpoint
but there are no gals
no pep rallies, good pals
stay away from these high school..

my teacher says that i’m brilliant
my mother says I’m a star
my girlfriend just avoids me
but i still pay for the dinner and the movie
my room is filled with abandon
my homework is yet left undone
i look at pictures of myself as a small child
all filled with hope and so alive but

oh, these high school days
take that away
take me away
stress and hard duress
replace the hope i had everyday
if only i could skip forward or back
the best years of my life
oh my god i hope not lets go

my friends are overachievers
my love is burning me down
my left nut has this crazy itch
during homeroom
oh god, that girl just saw me scratch my
all control is now spiraling
my grades look pretty damn low
i want to motivate myself
but how the hell am i supposed to work

so listen young boys
to the words that i speak
heed them and hold them to stay
never let go of the cowboy inside
or you’ll die in your high school days