To be with you girl, like bein' low. Hey, hey, hey, like bein' stoned. Stones, concrete,steps, cement, beep, beep, beep, shut up stupid tuck! Yay it listened, oh shit, it didn't. Springtime, April, May, June, summer, warm, tour! Ha! Unsuspecting high school seniors trying to plan their lives out. Sorry, it won't happen. Sorry, I love you. Sorry seems to be the hardest word. Elton John? Yeah, Elton John. Goodbye Yellow Brick Rd., Hello red brick walkways of Wooster. Wooster, Woo-ster, W-uh-ster, Wuh-ster (w/southern accent, thank you.) How did I get here? How did I make it here? Luck? It sure as hell wasn't my high school transcript. Grades are horrible things, especially since mine were so low. Low, to be with you girl, like bein' low, hey, hey, hey like being stoned. Is that the end? Surprisingly, yes.
