My Seventh-Grade Bus Driver Yells At Dead Trees lyrics

My Seventh-Grade Bus Driver Yells At Dead Trees As I look up at the sky as she blocks my view of this As I get smacked down and I fall head first on the floor of your shrine I don't know which way to get up again I will follow her, I will follow her Stretched out on this bed of nails Hanging by this worn out noose tightening the grip around your neck The bloodstains on my hands are all I have left Never had dreams of my mown Sex has stenched all I know as I get smacked down And I fall head first on the floor of your shrine I just don't know which way to get up again Torn away from all that is real Torn away from what I feel, All alone hiding from others.