David F. Bello - The Alumnist lyrics

It's just like the summer before junior year There's not a hummingbird sipping Coors from my ear Only the best for whomever I test to be next But I'm all out of ideas for how to sell the rejects I'm too old for this Maybe in the future, I'll k** all my friends They're too good, they're too much Acting like it's the end of tenth grade all over again But it's not 2002 My wife ran off when our son turned two And unless you start visiting And talking to me like you want to, f** you I'll see you in twenty years I hope it's more