Текст песни Next Semester - twenty one pilots

Stand up straight now
Can't break down
Graduate now
I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here

It's a taste test
Of what I hate less
Can you die of anxiousness?
I don't want to be here, I don't want to 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 want to be here, I don't want to be here

Can't feel my legs
I might suffocate
There's a pressure in my chest
I don't want to be here, I don't want to 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!"

Oh-whoa-oh (and then he slowed down), oh-whoa-oh
Oh-whoa-oh (and rolled down his window), oh-whoa-oh
(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