Late out the door, grab my clothes off the floor, backpack and books cause school is a chore coming straight out the block, punk rock ain't no shock, blue hair everywhere cause we got the stock slide by all the narcs, as the late alarm barks, take a nap in the class on a film about sharks try to make my way through, but it's all i can do, cause i keep coming back and all i think about is you didn't want to go, didn't want to stay, didn't want to lie by my side i don't really care cause i'll still be there swallowing my pride someday i'm going to be there step out in the hall, with the girls dressed like dolls, and the burn-outs are baked as they step out the stalls see the games that they play, cause they practice all day, and the more that i see the less i have to say but it's a quarter to ten, by your locker again, cause i know you'll be coming round the corner with your friend try to make my way through, but it's all i can do, cause i keep coming back and all i think about is you listen when i say today is the day today is the day and i'm on my way see you when you're wandering by and you still catch my eye blow my mind cause my face you won't recognize i know that it's crazy, how you seem to phase me, when nothing else matters but that all escapes me this is a new trip, got to get a better grip, a day in the life and you know i'm going to take it and then you turn and walk away, before i have a chance to say, i know that you can make this all okay try to make my way through, but it's all i can do, cause i keep coming back and all i think about is you