In this social hierarchy we call high school   You have to grow up quick I know that much to be true.   And soon no one will care    About the songs I wrote when was sixteen years old   But for now its me and this song, me and this guitar   For now I’m in my own world.   And at the moment it’s just me and these words   And I’m making a difference in my mind   From the sanctity of my room.   I think I’m making a difference   Despite the fact that I can’t convince you.      Oh no, I have not died yet.    Oh no, I have not forgotten you.   This one goes out to everyone in high school.      Well I’m not perfect, but I’m nobody’s fool.   I’m growing older and so are you.   When do I have to cross that line?   Well sure enough I’ll   get a job and soon after I will retire and die on the inside.   Or will I become someone different, someone outside of a desk job   The morning routine and an empty living room.   Will the couch and TV be my best friends   Or will I really have you until the end?   Like you wrote in my year book   When we were only sixteen years old.      Oh no, I have not died yet.    Oh no, I have not forgotten you.   This one goes out to everyone everywhere   anyone   anywhere   any place   whos EVER   been through highschool.