In my class
I'd continue to write
Despite
I should have studied
Meh, but why
Not like I need the square root of pie
No, instead I could be lost
Thinking about Robert or Jack Frost
Look towards a window
And wonder why I'd go
I could hold my head high
And procrastinate
Head in my projects 3 minutes late
Be the obnoxiois guy
Lost within the pages
Yellowed through the ages
I can tell a story
To get away from whatever's boring
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