I miss you like yesterday.
I hope your semester great.
Straight A's for the letter grades.

I miss you like yesterday.
I want to text you to set it straight.
Figure there's better ways.

I miss you like yesterday.
Remember eleventh grade,
at a friends house we'd celebrate.

I miss you like yesterday.
I do not expect a date,
but maybe we conversate
'bout stuff from the present day.

I miss you like yesterday.

I never asked for college fund,
Appreciate you got me one.
But you suppose since you saved up,
I should spend it on what you want.

Where I'm attending, advice you offer,
"Go to this school, my alma mater.
Close to home, your Mother and Father.
Here to help and see you prosper."

"Art majors will make you nothing.
Choose Math, you can switch to something,
When you find what makes you money
and you don't mind doing plenty."

"Now go off, make us proud son.
Please be safe, not too much fun.
These are the best years, when you're done
it's all just work, kids and beer gut."

Drove through the wasteland with purpose.
Pulled up and parked at the compound.
The lonely building felt lifeless,
I stepped inside lookin around.
This lady gave me a number,
stone faced, she pointed said, "sit down."
Wandered there with the others,
who looked so hopeless and wigged out.
Another number said, "First time?
This is prolly my sixth now."
Heard number nineteen uttered.
Followed the voice to my fate.
Solemnly sweared on my mother,
to tell the truth to his face.
But before I had one word,
the Judges mind had been made.