Next Semester Twenty One Pilots

Stand up straight now
Can't break down
Graduate now
I don't wanna be here
I don't wanna be here
It's a taste test
Of what I hate less
Can you die of anxiousness
I don't wanna be here
I don't wanna be here
What's about to happen
What's about to happen
♪
I remember
I remember certain things
What I was wearing
The yellow dashes in the street
I prayed those lights would take me home
Then I heard, "Hey kid, get out of the road"
♪
I don't wanna be here
I don't wanna be here
Can't feel my legs
I might suffocate
There's a pressure in my chest
I don't wanna be here
I don't wanna be here
What's about to happen
What's about to happen
♪
I remember
I remember certain things
What I was wearing
The yellow dashes in the street
I prayed those lights would take me home
Then I heard, "Hey kid, get out of the road"
♪
Can't change what you've done
Start fresh next semester
♪
I remember
I remember certain things
What I was wearing
The yellow dashes in the street
I prayed those lights would take me home
Then I heard, "Hey kid, get out of the road"
♪
(And then he slowed down)
(And rolled down his window)
(And he said)
♪
Can't change what you've done
Start fresh next semester
♪
It's a taste test
Of what I hate less
I don't wanna be here
Start fresh with a new year
Can't change what you've done
Start fresh next semester