The Alumnist

It's just like the summer before junior year
There's not a hummingbird sipping Coors from my ear
Only the best for whomever I test to be next
But I'm all out of ideas for how to sell the rejects
I'm too old for this
Maybe in the future, I'll kill all my friends
They're too good, they're too much
Acting like it's the end of tenth grade all over again
But it's not 2002
My wife ran off when our son turned two
And unless you start visiting
And talking to me like you want to, fuck you
I'll see you in twenty years
I hope it's more