Lyrics

Hiding in the locker. Junior high I remember you were built like a wallflower Dressed up like Betsy Ross In the yearbooks you've got lost Didn't know that you were a secret star So save me, enslave me. Heavy petting in the back of a car So play me, enrage me. In your eyes, I see the stars Cutting out your face in the magazine I confessed but I don't want to bore you The fashion photographers wished for nothings you're already heard. You're not the star you think you are So bore me, just ignore me. Dismiss me with an idle hand So use me and abuse me. Just play me like a rubber band I'm a cruiser, you're a bruiser. With a loners way of nothing to lose So save me, tsunami. Take the city like a tidal wave I passed a note up to you from the back row It said "Can you meet me after school?" but you never showed