Higher School's Past

Yeah... So...
Who Knew?

If there was someone who could tell me what was to be, I'd probably punch them right in the mouth. Cuz there was no way we would have ever ended up like this.

Seemed like yesterday when I was pulling you out of the muck... Seems like yesterday when I was living in that bar above. Seems like yesterday when I left to do my stint in jail. Seems like yesterday when you left with junior wood chuck.

You don't believe in God, you don't believe in Jesus, until his prophet makes your escape; and the past is now inconspicuous.

It amazes me how much of the past comes to haunt ya... only if there is a past that's worthy of your coming back. Who cares about the tinsel red of that BMW convertible? Who care's about your black MR2? What will be your message when the towel is thrown, and you're through? When your cheers echo for the last time, and your plaid skirt no longer flails?When you'r Del Taco dreams fail and that ship sets to sail?

When all we see is what is now, we find it difficult to see what there is to come.

Commerce is only capable of so much of a load. Fathers can't always see what it is, that or when, failures may sum.

Wilcox, Cox, Jennifer, Amanda, McCullen, or Lil' M, or Summer's dawn, Victoria, or Disclumpin, what does it matter, One leg at a time; this leg, this sock,... Holm folk only remember what is their will, and the bearing down of those rocks.Their will,... their rocks! What justice is meant for these folks... these Mic's, these Scotts!?

Da DadaDadadaa....dadaa,.dadaa dadaaaa ..aaaa.aaa..aaaaaaaa

Stupid fucking bagbipes... So fucking loud, so fucking naked!

It's been several years now, and yet I cling on to a past that was as fragile as a moment. A moment only preserved in a memory of one that should have long ago let disperse.

So the anger of higher schools past, still the memory of you taints.

Wonder about the ending of these paints.