The school is over, and time has passed You’re still the same, having no blast Her clock is ticking pretty fast She won’t be waiting for your ass
When you are standing at her door You are not shaking anymore Your friends are watching over you all teachers hate the kinds like you
Remembering the days All best times we have had When we were only 16 Going back to the high school recalling all the facts and every sex that we have had everything that has happened Going back to the high school
Playing basketball on the court Taking over internet on the phone we were wasting youth we didn’t care about truth
Playing bass in a punk band out of tune like the guys from Blink 182 We headlined all the parties we played all the best hit songs
One more hour and I’ll be home One moreday New weekend - I’ll be stoned One more hour and I’ll be yours One more day This weekend I’m watching new “Star wars”.