Hey chief, how's the status puddle?
Is it hard to hold your bad breath?
How's the picture-perfect likeness?
Nice frame for the way you see yourself

Smile

Look into the blaze of our old school

Denial

Nice move

The hundred meter rhythm;
You always go the distance
A memoir shared in our honor

Nostalgia's under-current;
It must be such a burden
You see them on the way down stream

I followed and dated the road I hated
This farewell in lieu of the letter I shoulda...

I'll never be able to withdraw the message sent
The status pool defines you;
The photos will remind you
You reinvented your minor world...
And drove into town

Bite the hand feedin';
Leave it bleedin'
Go and be able;
Earn your label

I heard you were better than the letter from some long-forgotten friend

Inbred

Hey chief how's the karma struggle?
Is it hard to hold your bad breath?
How's the picture-perfect ending?
Nice frame for the way you see yourself

Click

Smile

See you on the way back to your school
I'll see you on the way to our old school