[Verse 1]
Starts to look, ahead of you
Dark outside, hidden view
Seats broken, no one cares
You write down, the repairs
Six drinks, and a book
Press play, while I look
[?] , all the nets
Perfect crunch, in the [?]
Bump fists, nothing more
Lunch Time, practice room
[?], and a view
To care, all tunes
Bell rings, flood out
Head phones, leave it out