The last guy I slept with killed himself

because he was gay for his linebacker.

My best friend seemed to have it all together

but now she's gone too. Now every morning

my stomach's hurting worse and worse.

Every morning on the bus I feel my heart

beating louder and louder and I think,

Jesus, I'm on the frickin' bus again

because all my rides to school are dead.

Course if you don't care

Fine go braid her hair

Maybe sesame street is on!

Woah!

Or forget that creep!

Everyone's pushing

Everyone's fighting

Storms are approaching

There's no where to hide

If I say the wrong thing or I

wear they wrong outfit

They'll throw me right over the side!

I'm hugging my knees and the captain

is pointing

Well, who made her captain?