Beautiful colors sloshed around the mason jar,
smoke swirls around my head, hot boxing the car.

Tequila was my mothers monthly drink of choice,
after taking another bong hit I found my voice.

Gary man, should we split or go to class.
Aw fuck 'em he'd say, they can kiss my ass.

So it went, our daily routine.
We'd split and go driving, rarely be seen.

The party people do the minimum to get by.
They'd rather get drunk, stoned, stay high.

Mother accompanied me to the office of the head dude.
My expulsion was rapid, unforgiving and rude.

I yelled "FUCK ALL OF YOU, I DON'T NEED THIS SHIT".
Being that I was so cool, so hip, so it

No graduation, no prom type memories for me.
Just a lesson hard earned, hard learned you see.