Twenty One Pilots - Next Semester Lyrics

 

Twenty One Pilots - Next Semester Lyrics

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!”

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?

Can’t change what you’ve done,

Start fresh next semester.

It’s a taste test of what I hate less,

I don’t want to be here,

Start fresh with a new year