High School

The air is thick and musty
With gossip and hormones
And the scent of somebody's weed

And every surface is slick with
Liquor or something
How is your mom cool with all this happening?

I'm standing here by my lonesome
In some corner or another
And no-one's really talking to me

I don't know what I'm doing here
I must admit I'm uncomfortable
Maybe this house party life just isn't for me

I walk outside
To find a bench to sit on that I can call mine
But deep inside
There's a fear that tells me to run for my life

But I wanna fit in
And I want somebody to tell me
That they want me here, and I'm chill enough to be here, and offer me their Juul
I know it sounds silly
But I want to tell my kids that I was cool in high school
But no-one ever is

My friend has long since disappeared
To get fucked by her boyfriend
In someone else's room upstairs and

I don't know why I asked
Her to drag me here
When obviously nobody cares about me here

I walk outside
To breathe a minute under the night sky
Oh, deep inside
There's a fear that tells me I will not survive

But I wanna fit in
And I want somebody to tell me
That they want me here, and I'm chill enough to be here, and offer me their Juul
I know it sounds silly
But I want to tell my kids that I was cool in High School
But no-one ever is
And I wanna fit in
And I want somebody to tell me
That they want me here, and I'm chill enough to be here, and offer me their Juul
I know it sounds silly
But I want to tell my kids that I was cool in High School

I know it sounds silly
But I want to tell my kids that I was cool in High School
But no-one ever is