Same old story every morning
We walk into class and whoever's first
Grabs a seat in back and prays that this way
It'll go fine and the Prof won't look there
A message makes the phone vibrate
I'm late, don't worry, how are you?
As I read, a strong shiver shoots through me
It runs slow and cold down my back
Bet he'll pick me now
Hey Prof, it's not that I don't know
It's that I don't feel like it
I'd like to stay here and I'd rather
Listen and then leave, you know
When everything goes wrong
Turning it over, the word is clear
I read it again with my heart in my throat
If you think about it, a kid—you know—that's something
If it ever happened, I'd want it with you
Bet he'll pick me now
Bet he'll pick me now
Hey Prof, it's not that I don't know
It's that I don't feel like it
I'd like to stay here and I'd rather
Listen and then leave, you know
A day like this when everything goes wrong
School's over and she's not outside
My headphones pump the Beatles and Green Day
Is this what you meant? Come on!
Hey Prof, it's not that I don't know
It's that I don't feel like it
And I'd rather listen and then go, you know
A day like this when everything goes right
Prof, it's not that I don't know
It's that I don't feel like it
I'd like to stay here and I'd rather
Listen and then leave, you know
Besides, she's here with me now