High School

Bubble gum and house parties

When you stole your parent's rum and

Tried to screw everything that could breathe

Back in high school

We didn't have a whole lot to do and

Watched the world go by on a television screen

Said it's the nineties kids

That's way out, this is way in

Go beat each other up on the dance floor

It told us drugs were no good but then we smoked 'em and

Liked 'em so much we smoked a little more.

We liked 'em so much we smoked a little more

Did I call your name, did you hear me

Singing that song I wrote for you

You're so the same, but you're so different

I didn't recognize you

It's kinda hard with all that sexual confusion

Sometimes you don't know if you're gay or straight

But what's the difference, it's a wonderful delusion and

Most times you won't make it past second base

I'm in a band, we kinda suck

But we don't know it yet and I don't care anyway

Soon I'm gonna sell these drums, pay my rent, support my kid and

Tell him all about way back in daddy's day

I'll tell him all about way back in daddy's day

Some years later by a soda coolerator

In the corner store back in my hometown, this stranger smiles at me

He said remember the class of '93 and

For some reason it makes him look real proud

After all the good times he said we had he looks at me

Scratches his head and asks me where the hell I ever went and

The funny thing is, I never even knew him

But he could've been any one of my high school friends

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