and graduation day didnt make me sad. i cant even remember the stage, my name being called, shaking hands. i can remember walking quickly through the cigar smoke at every event that night, searching for what i had clung to, those people i insult regularly to be with.

and i'm thinking fuck high school baby. i'm thinking let me wrap my arms around you and cry for all the times that could have been good. talk to the people you used to hate, that will wake up to hate themselves for what they did to you in the sixth grade.

graduation goes by too fast. the night club, the bowling alley, the batting cages, the restraunt, the go-cars, the sunrise cruise, baby it blends into one glorious night of nothing, to the ninty nine percent you dont remember.