Less than two decades of breath and they’ve lost all control
The same old story trades itself for souls
Tens of faces on the page and not a single friend
I’m not exactly bummed it had to end
Lacrosse stick boys in cubicles who are already dead
What’s that got to do with me?
Keystone lights and sweatpants are what has lied ahead
That’s all they’ll ever be
So thanks Acadia, thanks! Acadia, thanks Acadia
for the memories
Colin went to ivy league straight from his parent’s cash
Casey collects shotguns and smokes hash
Teresa had a child and Caitlyn, she never smiled
Cherelle smelled like ten barrels full of trash
Phe Phi Pho fraternities with nothing in their heads
What’s that got to do with me?
Business major daddy’s boys whose greed is never fed
That’s all they are to me
So thanks Acadia, thanks! Acadia, thanks Acadia
For the memories
Polo shirts and polo clubs
Kids who bathe in money tubs
Shallow and materialistic
Friendship is unrealistic
They don’t care about you
They never cared about you
Not one friend but Franklin and it’s true
Why’d I even want this book so full of jocks and fakes
It’s better at the bottom of a lake
They’re soulless, loveless, paper-brained and will be nothing more
I’m closer with Nintendo 64
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