See You In Four Years

Verse 1

Walked through the double doors, smell of floor wax and regret

Freshman year, I’m over-dressed, yeah, I’m a total threat

Skirt’s a little short, but the principal can suck it

My confidence is overflowing, dripping from a bucket

Two periods of algebra, my brain is turning gray

But then I hit the music wing and everything’s okay

Pre-Chorus

I’m tuning up my strings, trying to look like I don't care

Then you walk in the room and, holy shit, I’m gasping for air

Messy hair, denim jacket, looking like a literal god

I’m staring like a freak, yeah, I know it’s fucking odd

Chorus

Third period guitar, and I’m losing my damn mind

You’re the prettiest thing that a girl could ever find

I’m thinking ‘bout our wedding, picking out the floral lace

Then you tell me you’re eighteen and you won’t catch a case

It’s a felony crush, it’s a legal disaster

I’m moving way too slow, and you’re graduating faster

God, it fucking blows being fourteen and obsessed

With a senior who’s just trying to pass his mid-term test

Verse 2

We’re sitting side-by-side, playing chords and talking shit

You’re laughing at my jokes, and I’m like, "This is fucking it"

You’re into indie films and you drive a beat-up Ford

I’m wondering if you’ve noticed that I’m visibly floored

But then you mention prom, and how you’re "done with this hell"

And I’m stuck here for three more years? Someone ring the bell

Bridge

You’re a man, I’m a child—well, technically a teen

But the gap between us feels like the Atlantic in between

You’re thinking about college, I’m thinking about the bus

There’s no "us" in this equation, just a whole lot of "plus"

Plus the fact that if you kissed me, you’d be headed straight to jail

And I don’t think my allowance could ever post your bail

(Guitar Solo - Melodic and slightly moody)

Chorus

Third period guitar, and I’m losing my damn mind

You’re the prettiest thing that a girl could ever find

I’m thinking ‘bout our wedding, picking out the floral lace

Then you tell me you’re eighteen and you won’t catch a case

It’s a felony crush, it’s a legal disaster

I’m moving way too slow, and you’re graduating faster

God, it fucking blows being fourteen and obsessed

With a senior who’s just trying to pass his mid-term test

Outro

Yeah, it’s a total bitch

Life’s a joke and the punchline is my age

Go find a college girl, I’ll just stay in my cage

I’ll just play my G-chord and cry

Fuck my life.

(Final strum)