Six Month Drop-Out Blues

I quit school in November, six months ago today
And everyone still wonders why
Well-acquainted with the question, I still haven't found a way
To make the answer satisfy

And I feel like such a burden to everyone along the way
Who has really listened to my dream
How am I to live up to the potential they create
And what expectation must I meet

We say we're doing what's right
All along
All along
So why do we act surprised
When things go wrong
When things go wrong

Never seen my best friend drunk till the night before she moved away
Claimed she only had one glass of wine
So I stayed up and wrote a letter for her to open the next day
And hoped the words would make her cry

So all her tears would soak into the black ink on the page
And dissolve everything she'd left behind
'Cause empty hands are a welcome pleasure when you're tired of getting your way
After six months have gone by

We say we're doing what's right
All along
All along
So why do we act surprised
When things go wrong
When things go wrong

We say we're doing what's right
All along
So why do we act surprised
When things go wrong

Oh