Next Semester
Twenty One Pilots
Stand up straight now (ooh)
Can't break down (ooh)
Graduate now (ooh)
I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here
It's a taste test (ooh)
Of what I hate less (ooh)
Can you die of anxiousness? (Ooh)
I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here
What's about to happen? What's about to happen?
I remember, I remember certain things
What I was wearin', the yellow dashes in the street
I prayed those lights would take me home
Then I heard: Hey, kid, get out of the road!
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here
Can't feel my legs (ooh)
I might suffocate (ooh)
There's a pressure in my chest (ooh)
I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here
What's about to happen? What's about to happen?
I remember, I remember certain things
What I was wearin', the yellow dashes in the street
I prayed those lights would take me home
Then I heard: Hey, kid, get out of the road!
(Ooh, woah, oh, oh-woah)
(Ooh, woah, oh, oh-woah, ooh)
Can't change what you've done
Start fresh next semester
I remember, I remember certain things
What I was wearin', the yellow dashes in the street
I prayed those lights would take me home
Then I heard: Hey, kid, get out of the road!
(Ooh, woah, oh, oh-woah) and then he slowed down
(Ooh, woah, oh, oh-woah, ooh) and rolled down his window
And he said: Can't change what you've done
Start fresh next semester
It's a taste test
Of what I hate less
I don't wanna be here
Start fresh with the new year
(Ooh, aah, oh, oh-woah)
(Ooh, aah, oh, oh-woah)
Can't change what you've done
Start fresh next semester
