A.k.a. George - Highschool Lyrics

I'm tired of the monuments
On your technological shelf
I'm tired of you talking to me
Like I'm somebody else
I'm sick of the arguments
That make me feel so cruel

REFRAIN:
And I'd sell my soul if it'd keep you going from going back
Sell my soul if it'd keep you from going back
Sell my soul if it'd keep you from going back
To your old highschool

I'm shook by the playing cards
Of your particular cast
I'm shook when I'm seeing you
With your head up your past
I'm hurt when I'm trying hard
Just to end up the fool

REFRAIN

I'm good for a fraction
Of an unprofessional state
I'm good for compassion
But just a little too late
I'm bad with reaction
To your unforgivable rule