Prison

Prison
It’s not my decision
I said no
But they’re making me go

I have not a friend
High school is the end
For college is where my life will begin
High school is a place I never fit it

Once my bags are packed and loaded in the car
I will forever keep driving far

These halls
And writing on the bathroom walls
Are reminders
Of small town desires
And fake bitches
And liars
And backstabbing snitches

Tans from bathtub reservoirs
And jersey shore wanna be fakes
Yeah I have money
Yeah you’re funny
When its time to pay
That’s not what you say
I’m tired of fakes
And lying snakes

Fuck posers
Screw losers