Rust on the Fenders

Verse 1

Stale lockers and the sulfur scent of morning

Four floors of linoleum tile cracking under sneakers

The humid gym smells like gym mats and missed shots

Nobody passes through these halls without paying the heavy tax

Lunch lady scoops a gray pile on a plastic tray

Windows wired shut so the summer stays outside the frame

Budget cuts means the textbooks are missing half the pages

Half my friends are just counting minutes on the clock face

Pre-Chorus

Rust on the fenders in the gravel lot

Hanging by a thread with every single thought

Sky stays gray till the sun hits the mud

Ice in the water and ice in the blood

Chorus

Senior year on a slow burn

Waiting for a page that we never gonna turn

Hallway ghost with the hoodie up

Pour another fountain drink inside a paper cup

Nothing changes in this zip code

Everything is quiet till it starts to explode

Same faces on the same street

Trying not to buckle under winter and the heat

Verse 2

Teacher reads the slides like a script he didn't write

Basement party ended early when the neighbors saw the light

Wrestling team and the shadows by the brick wall

Better stay sharp if you don't want to take the fall

Met the principal for the fifth time since October

Waiting for the bus wishing everything was finally over

Corn stalks skeletonize in the field behind the bleachers

Searching for a future that wasn't outlined by the teachers

Pre-Chorus

Rust on the fenders in the gravel lot

Hanging by a thread with every single thought

Sky stays gray till the sun hits the mud

Ice in the water and ice in the blood

Chorus

Senior year on a slow burn

Waiting for a page that we never gonna turn

Hallway ghost with the hoodie up

Pour another fountain drink inside a paper cup

Nothing changes in this zip code

Everything is quiet till it starts to explode

Same faces on the same street

Trying not to buckle under winter and the heat

Bridge

Maybe I fly

Maybe I stay

Watching the sky

Wither away

Told me to grow

But didn't say how

Nothing to show

Except for right now

Chorus

Senior year on a slow burn

Waiting for a page that we never gonna turn

Hallway ghost with the hoodie up

Pour another fountain drink inside a paper cup

Nothing changes in this zip code

Everything is quiet till it starts to explode

Same faces on the same street

Trying not to buckle under winter and the heat