Stand up straight now
You can't break down
Graduate now
I don't wanna be here x2

It's a taste test
Of what I hate less
Here comes the pressure in my chest
I don't wanna be here x2
What's about to happen x2

I remember, I remember certain things
What I was wearing, the yellow dashes in the street
I prayed those lights would take me home
Then I heard, "Hey kid, get out of the road"