Everyone I Went to High School With Is Dead
Another Summer Rolls By
And I Can't Help But Feel Pain
All Those Familiar Faces
Come Back to Haunt Me Again
Whether I Hated Their Guts
Or Hardly Knew Them At All
I Always Felt Far Away
Beside Them There in the Halls
My Yearbook Keeps Me Informed
My Yearbook Keeps Me in Line
Its An Obituary
Gives Me a Concept of Time
We've Graduated and Grown
From a Real World Once Our Own
Yet We Have Proven Them Wrong
By Dropping Off All Along
