Lyrics

I hope you fall face first into some yellow snow I hope bad luck plagues you where you go Everytime I stop and think I think of how you lied I wish upon a star I wish I wish you never tried I hope you make a stupid face And its stick that way I hope you make the time to find inside That it's not okay I think you think, I think you think That this will go away This is not okay It's clear there's nothing left to say It's clear you wouldn't have listened anyway You got your grand prize When you stab your best friend in the back A suicide slack coming at me Like a heart attack I'm a broken knight trying hard To get my courage back A four fist fight And now I'm running on an endless track It's not right, I won't fight. [repeat x4] Good, Great, Grand, Wonderful...No yelling on the bus!