I can’t wait for the summertime. This school stuff drags me down. When the last class rolls around, I’m just restless from the day. Sure, it seems like I’m doing fine. I’ve got the best friend I’ve ever had, but because of her it’s way too sad to hang around here anyway. My old friends think I’m looking freakish. You join in with their koo-koo-ka-clique-ish style, and I don’t want to give you away. Lunch time and I’m going crazy. I see you here and I don’t know what to say. I’ve been making friends with the narc. Friends with the narc. Friends with the narc, but when she’s playing her part, it’s hard to know when the friendship starts. We went to Higgins Park, and I sat by the sandbox while you went to go and try to talk to all the cool kids on the field. And I feel all this jealousy, though I know it’s just your job. But you act like such a perfect snob and snub me publicly for real. Chorus.