In this social hierarchy we call high school
You have to grow up quick I know that much to be true.
And soon no one will care
About the songs I wrote when was sixteen years old
But for now its me and this song, me and this guitar
For now I’m in my own world.
And at the moment it’s just me and these words
And I’m making a difference in my mind
From the sanctity of my room.
I think I’m making a difference
Despite the fact that I can’t convince you.

Oh no, I have not died yet.
Oh no, I have not forgotten you.
This one goes out to everyone in high school.

Well I’m not perfect, but I’m nobody’s fool.
I’m growing older and so are you.
When do I have to cross that line?
Well sure enough I’ll
get a job and soon after I will retire and die on the inside.
Or will I become someone different, someone outside of a desk job
The morning routine and an empty living room.
Will the couch and TV be my best friends
Or will I really have you until the end?
Like you wrote in my year book
When we were only sixteen years old.

Oh no, I have not died yet.
Oh no, I have not forgotten you.
This one goes out to everyone everywhere
anyone
anywhere
any place
whos EVER
been through highschool.