Hated it here wanted to survive
Made it through the fear, now I'm alive
I've been patiently waiting for
The bad to end to start creating
More time for friends before it ends
More time for rhymes and lines in pen
More frisbee games and warm spring rain
No time to waste till we graduate

Freshman year was fear and loathing
Hated bros in preppy clothing
Scared of where my life was going
Happy light was always glowing
Anti-depressants and methods of coping
But lessons were learned and I guess they're worth knowing
Homesick alone and I couldn't get over it
Nobody helped me but everyone noticed it
That's how I thought and I stuck to my reasoning
Seasons went by and I miserably greeted them
met a great girl who challenged my world view
Met a great drummer and started a band
Music and girls- my life was anew
I convinced myself that I was the man
Then when she left I was rudely awakened and
Finally realized that I'd been mistaken
My grandfather passed and I couldnt stop shakin
Thought of all of the things that for granted I'd taken
But I was so used to whinin and complaining
That I never got it till my friend explained it

"you've been
talking about yourself a lot
Maybe you can try and be happy for other people
Chill out appreciate all the that surrounds you,
Cuz.. we have it good, y'know?"

Hated it here wanted to survive
Made it through the years, now I'm alive
I've been patiently waiting for
The bad to end to start creating
More time for friends before it ends
More time for rhymes and lines in pen
More frisbee games and warm spring rain
No time to waste till we graduate

Class of one-two I wish I knew you better
Never thought we'd make it four long years together
Whatever the weather may bring in the future
For now we got sun and I'm choosing to use it
We're dirty and bloody and muddy and loud
And always in trouble but never mind how
Straight-laced and brace-faced we started this race
Untamed with no shame we are leaving this place
Wide-eyed and tie-dyed and frelky with pride
Tell us we can't and we wont be denied
Get tans and we'll hook up and we'll fall in love
8 weeks of summer camp can't get enough
We'll hug and we'll cry and then we'll see goodbye
And I'll see all your face five years down the line

"We made it, so I guess it's on us now right?
We gotta make ourselves happy now that we're grown up,
But what does that really mean, y'know?
Peace."

Hated it here wanted to survive
Made it through the years, now I'm alive
I've been patiently waiting for
The bad to end to start creating
More time for friends before it ends
More time for rhymes and lines in pen
More frisbee games and warm spring rain
No time to waste till we graduate