The last day of summer,
the last day of innocence.
The first day of highschool,
the first day of broken promises.
Grades count and friends being there for you doesn't,
Homecoming matters but studying is at a loss for words,
on how nobody gives a **** about anything.
We drink away our passions and generosity,
say cheers to the rebellious age of denial and addictions
to lonely nights and stale cigarettes
High School is pretty cool.