Graduation
Remember when we'd sneak out of our houses
And make out when we were grounded
All our grades were failing
It's amazing how we didn't care about it
I thought that we would wake up one day
And wanna find a new direction
But now I'm eight semesters late
We're too old to celebrate
We missed our graduation
Coz we were fucking wasted
Underneath the bleachers
Your lipstick on my t-shirt
It felt so god damn amazing
Everybody said that we weren't good for love
Remember when they'd say I was a failure
And that I would peak in high school
But then my father told me that
Their jealous of the crazy shit that I do
Maybe I wasn't lying when I said that
I'll prove everybody's wrong
But now we're eight semesters late
We're too old to celebrate
We missed our graduation
Coz we were fucking wasted
Underneath the bleachers
Your lipstick on my t-shirt
It felt so god damn amazing
Everybody said that we weren't good for love
We missed our graduation
Coz we were fucking wasted
Underneath the bleachers
Your lipstick on my t-shirt
It felt so god damn amazing
Everybody said that we weren't good for love
And make out when we were grounded
All our grades were failing
It's amazing how we didn't care about it
I thought that we would wake up one day
And wanna find a new direction
But now I'm eight semesters late
We're too old to celebrate
We missed our graduation
Coz we were fucking wasted
Underneath the bleachers
Your lipstick on my t-shirt
It felt so god damn amazing
Everybody said that we weren't good for love
Remember when they'd say I was a failure
And that I would peak in high school
But then my father told me that
Their jealous of the crazy shit that I do
Maybe I wasn't lying when I said that
I'll prove everybody's wrong
But now we're eight semesters late
We're too old to celebrate
We missed our graduation
Coz we were fucking wasted
Underneath the bleachers
Your lipstick on my t-shirt
It felt so god damn amazing
Everybody said that we weren't good for love
We missed our graduation
Coz we were fucking wasted
Underneath the bleachers
Your lipstick on my t-shirt
It felt so god damn amazing
Everybody said that we weren't good for love
Credits
Writer(s): Mackenzie Sol
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