Twenty_one_pilots-next_semester_(drum_cover)

No-no-no, no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no

Stand up straight now (ooh), can't break down (ooh)
Graduate now (ooh)
I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here

It's a taste test (ooh) of what I hate less (ooh)
Can you die of anxiousness? (Ooh)
I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna 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!" (Yeah)

(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here

Can't feel my legs (ooh), I might suffocate (ooh)
There's a pressure in my chest (ooh)
I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna 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!"

Oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh
Oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh
Can't change what you've done
Start fresh next semester

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!"

Oh-whoa-oh (and then he slowed down), oh-whoa-oh
Oh-whoa-oh (and rolled down his window), oh-whoa-oh
(And he said) "Can't change what you've done
Start fresh next semester"

It's a taste test of what I hate less
I don't wanna be here, start fresh with a new year

Oh-ah-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-ah-oh, oh-oh-oh
Can't change what you've done
Start fresh next semester