The Underdog III: Exit, Pt. IV (A Self Fulfilling Prophecy)
Karate in the driveway
Pizza rolls in the microwave
Mr. Brightside on karaoke
I remember everything that you showed me
Like how to tie my shoes
And DDR in the living room
And how to fight against all the bullies
Who'd follow me home and always tried to push me
You told me, "Never throw the first punch
But make sure you throw the last"
And if it wasn't for you, I would be somebody new
Just another kid in the class
It's been so hard without you here with me
Send me a sign if this is a mistake
I need your guidance, but you're dead
And there's no way that I can bring you back
Two rifles in my bag ready to go
Two hands reaching out for anybody to hold
Hold your fire
It's not what it seems
Listen to me
All I ever wanted was to be left alone
All I ever wanted was my big brother back
When he died, the family cried
Then wiped their eyes and pretended that everything was fine
I'm dying inside
My bleeding heart is beating hard from being beaten hard
Belts and cords and all the battle scars from civil war
Made me who we are
So hats off to the new year
You're graduating from hell to heaven on earth
In a casket the shape of a bleacher next to the teachers
I hope you're ready to die
The only thing I can do is cry
And I'm so scared, I don't wanna die
But it's hard to go on this way
It'll be okay, it'll be okay
So here we are, Lemon House
Home of the Cadets, home of every person that I hate
No looking back now, it's graduation day
Time to make them pay
Auditorium doors in front of me
One chance for redemption, for retribution
I can't do this but I have to do this
I can't do this but I have to do this
I can't do this but I have to do this
Now I'm walking to the parking lot
My legs are weak and my head is spinning
My conscience heavy, reality's hitting
Why can't I go through with anything?
Throwing up behind a red Camry
I'll never get to see my Uncle Danny
He would be so disappointed in me
And what would my mom think?
She would be so heartbroken
Years of planning and years of pain will not be in vain
'Cause you wanna remain poem pathetic for the rest of your life
Just commit to suicide
I walk back in, now security is coming
My one final chance to actually be something
Every one of you put me in this position
And it wouldn't have happened if somebody would have listened
Pizza rolls in the microwave
Mr. Brightside on karaoke
I remember everything that you showed me
Like how to tie my shoes
And DDR in the living room
And how to fight against all the bullies
Who'd follow me home and always tried to push me
You told me, "Never throw the first punch
But make sure you throw the last"
And if it wasn't for you, I would be somebody new
Just another kid in the class
It's been so hard without you here with me
Send me a sign if this is a mistake
I need your guidance, but you're dead
And there's no way that I can bring you back
Two rifles in my bag ready to go
Two hands reaching out for anybody to hold
Hold your fire
It's not what it seems
Listen to me
All I ever wanted was to be left alone
All I ever wanted was my big brother back
When he died, the family cried
Then wiped their eyes and pretended that everything was fine
I'm dying inside
My bleeding heart is beating hard from being beaten hard
Belts and cords and all the battle scars from civil war
Made me who we are
So hats off to the new year
You're graduating from hell to heaven on earth
In a casket the shape of a bleacher next to the teachers
I hope you're ready to die
The only thing I can do is cry
And I'm so scared, I don't wanna die
But it's hard to go on this way
It'll be okay, it'll be okay
So here we are, Lemon House
Home of the Cadets, home of every person that I hate
No looking back now, it's graduation day
Time to make them pay
Auditorium doors in front of me
One chance for redemption, for retribution
I can't do this but I have to do this
I can't do this but I have to do this
I can't do this but I have to do this
Now I'm walking to the parking lot
My legs are weak and my head is spinning
My conscience heavy, reality's hitting
Why can't I go through with anything?
Throwing up behind a red Camry
I'll never get to see my Uncle Danny
He would be so disappointed in me
And what would my mom think?
She would be so heartbroken
Years of planning and years of pain will not be in vain
'Cause you wanna remain poem pathetic for the rest of your life
Just commit to suicide
I walk back in, now security is coming
My one final chance to actually be something
Every one of you put me in this position
And it wouldn't have happened if somebody would have listened
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Hallquist, August Axcelson, Peter Rono, Roger Alvarez, Ryan Paolilli
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- I Hate the Sound of Car Keys
- Dear Lemon House, You Ruined Me: Senior Year
- An Evening of Moving Pictures with Scooter Corkle
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