Reaching for the stars
Above there’s a bright burning
Ego goes without saying
That it’s good to be where we belong
In this melody
The booming bass and crying guitar
Drowns out the resentfulness of the summer
Of the times where there was not enough to do
Sleeping all day
Is not fun without friends
To join you in harmony
With their voices
Or knowledge of the world’s geekiest subject
Creation and imagination
Run rampant throughout
The halls where we tread
Single file to the rooms
Where we will sit for the last times
Laugh for the last time
And share these moments of unrequited joys
And the music tells its own story