Highschool

I'm tired of the monuments 
On your technological shelf 
I'm tired of you talking to me 
Like I'm somebody else
I'm sick of the arguments 
That make me feel so cruel 

REFRAIN: 
And I'd sell my soul if it'd keep you going from going back
Sell my soul if it'd keep you from going back 
Sell my soul if it'd keep you from going back 
To your old highschool 

I'm shook by the playing cards 
Of your particular cast 
I'm shook when I'm seeing you 
With your head up your past 
I'm hurt when I'm trying hard 
Just to end up the fool 

REFRAIN 

I'm good for a fraction
Of an unprofessional state 
I'm good for compassion 
But just a little too late 
I'm bad with reaction 
To your unforgivable rule