He threw invitations
Through the halls.
They rained down
In an endless stream
And it seemed like everyone
Ended up with two.
There are over a thousand
People at are school.
But nobody wanted to go.
Not one person came out and said,
"Brian,
Everyone
Knows
You're
A
Pothead."
They all were "too busy"
Or their parents would
"Never let them go."
But everyone knew.
And so everyone went.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
He threw invitations
Through the halls.
They rained down
In an endless stream
And it seemed like everyone
Ended up with two.
There are over a thousand
People at are school.
But nobody wanted to go.
Not one person came out and said,
"Brian,
Everyone
Knows
You're
A
Pothead."
They all were "too busy"
Or their parents would
"Never let them go."
But everyone knew.
And so everyone went.
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