Imperial Roast-Chore

Imperial Roast - Chore Are you, Waving, or Drowning, We finally pulled it off (Drunk), Friends are so special, (And you're a good friend), I, miss the wheelchair days, Quiet and sweet, folded away, My family was so afraid, And every morning, it was godbirth in homeroom. (And the lunchroom was a coffin too) Run, Smoke break, Recess. I've been playing the part, But I've been wondering, what it would be like to leave, The, streetlight, in front in my house is always going out, Like a friend my street is special, (And I'll never leave), Our, high school, is a special thing, We cheer for all our teams, And in my dreams you're all with me in the hallways, And I'll never leave, (This Goddamned bell ruins everything) Run, Smoke break, Recess. That September was a war. (I had the time of my life) That September was a war. (You cried your eyes out) Mabey, these, pledges, have something you don't. Cry, Study, Suck! They've proved their strong bones, Good face was the oblatory, But they're not you. Cold, left town and dialed out, Packed in a picture and stole some of your clothes, Oh, I'm sorry coach, But this is how I, talk to girls. And if I ever make it out, I swear to God that I'll never drive home drunk again, Crying my eyes out, While you're turning and having the time of your life!