Fast Times at Drop-Out High

Alone at last. just nostalgia and I
We were sure to have a blast
For you it was just another Sunday
In a small Indiana town

I went by the place where you and I
Wrote our names in wet cement
And for a moment remembered how it felt
To have no one understand
That there's this dream
And they're not part of it
How soon we do forget

The house was gone
But the piano lingers on
And so does the fire that burned it to the ground
You can take away
All of my rights to see the day
But you can't take away my love for the day

Then there's the time that you took me aside
And said I was not your only son
Childhood is so fucked up
I never had any closer friends
Than the ones I had when I was young, alone again
Just you and I
Nostalgia, wave goodbye
I think it's time for me to go