Socks on wood floor at eight pm
Meerkat manor at nine pm
Talking code names at ten pm
Like spies in the dark
So we say we'll stay awake
Though we know we need a break
From those codes that we would make
Hours upon hours they would take
Tell him do my chores at four pm
Ask for lemonade at five pm
Make him clean my room at six pm
Till he figures out what I'm up to
And it's me he'll resent
So I finally relent
But I owe him every cent
Since he won't forget I've made a dent
Chicken on the counter at ten pm
Cello in the hallway, eleven pm
Asking what I mean at twelve am
Because he won't answer my questions
And I'll scream and he'll yell
Till he says he's gonna tell
So I fume and I say well
You and I, we never seemed to jell
Laughing at some show at eleven pm
Trying to be quiet at twelve am
Doing all our homework at one am
Procrastination's the answer
Before we know it, it's time
High school's never had reason or rhyme
But we still attempt to climb
And I step on faces that mime mine
Sitting in the den at one am
Writing a new song out at two am
Playing back the track at three am
We're alone for the last week
And he says it's all wrong
Though I like the chords in the song
And we fight it out too long
I just want to cope and feelings are too strong
Lying in our rooms at eight pm
Crying to our parents at nine pm
Jealous of the other at ten pm
Because we can't understand it
He just tries too darn much
And I want their love and such
But it takes a father's touch
To remove a sibling from your clutch
Don't ask me why I'm bound to cry at leaving this guy
Don't ask me how I've come to now without throwing in the towel
It's just a mess and, I confess, I know him less and less
It's just a scene, my heart's not clean, and sometimes he's too mean
Asking for a hug at eight am
Walking to the door at nine am
Hoping that he'll care at ten am
Though we've gone out to the road
And it's always like this
He's so focused on his bliss
And his sister's the abyss
I just hope there's nothing that we'll miss
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Socks on wood floor at eight pm
Meerkat manor at nine pm
Talking code names at ten pm
Like spies in the dark
So we say we'll stay awake
Though we know we need a break
From those codes that we would make
Hours upon hours they would take
Tell him do my chores at four pm
Ask for lemonade at five pm
Make him clean my room at six pm
Till he figures out what I'm up to
And it's me he'll resent
So I finally relent
But I owe him every cent
Since he won't forget I've made a dent
Chicken on the counter at ten pm
Cello in the hallway, eleven pm
Asking what I mean at twelve am
Because he won't answer my questions
And I'll scream and he'll yell
Till he says he's gonna tell
So I fume and I say well
You and I, we never seemed to jell
Laughing at some show at eleven pm
Trying to be quiet at twelve am
Doing all our homework at one am
Procrastination's the answer
Before we know it, it's time
High school's never had reason or rhyme
But we still attempt to climb
And I step on faces that mime mine
Sitting in the den at one am
Writing a new song out at two am
Playing back the track at three am
We're alone for the last week
And he says it's all wrong
Though I like the chords in the song
And we fight it out too long
I just want to cope and feelings are too strong
Lying in our rooms at eight pm
Crying to our parents at nine pm
Jealous of the other at ten pm
Because we can't understand it
He just tries too darn much
And I want their love and such
But it takes a father's touch
To remove a sibling from your clutch
Don't ask me why I'm bound to cry at leaving this guy
Don't ask me how I've come to now without throwing in the towel
It's just a mess and, I confess, I know him less and less
It's just a scene, my heart's not clean, and sometimes he's too mean
Asking for a hug at eight am
Walking to the door at nine am
Hoping that he'll care at ten am
Though we've gone out to the road
And it's always like this
He's so focused on his bliss
And his sister's the abyss
I just hope there's nothing that we'll miss
Meerkat manor at nine pm
Talking code names at ten pm
Like spies in the dark
So we say we'll stay awake
Though we know we need a break
From those codes that we would make
Hours upon hours they would take
Tell him do my chores at four pm
Ask for lemonade at five pm
Make him clean my room at six pm
Till he figures out what I'm up to
And it's me he'll resent
So I finally relent
But I owe him every cent
Since he won't forget I've made a dent
Chicken on the counter at ten pm
Cello in the hallway, eleven pm
Asking what I mean at twelve am
Because he won't answer my questions
And I'll scream and he'll yell
Till he says he's gonna tell
So I fume and I say well
You and I, we never seemed to jell
Laughing at some show at eleven pm
Trying to be quiet at twelve am
Doing all our homework at one am
Procrastination's the answer
Before we know it, it's time
High school's never had reason or rhyme
But we still attempt to climb
And I step on faces that mime mine
Sitting in the den at one am
Writing a new song out at two am
Playing back the track at three am
We're alone for the last week
And he says it's all wrong
Though I like the chords in the song
And we fight it out too long
I just want to cope and feelings are too strong
Lying in our rooms at eight pm
Crying to our parents at nine pm
Jealous of the other at ten pm
Because we can't understand it
He just tries too darn much
And I want their love and such
But it takes a father's touch
To remove a sibling from your clutch
Don't ask me why I'm bound to cry at leaving this guy
Don't ask me how I've come to now without throwing in the towel
It's just a mess and, I confess, I know him less and less
It's just a scene, my heart's not clean, and sometimes he's too mean
Asking for a hug at eight am
Walking to the door at nine am
Hoping that he'll care at ten am
Though we've gone out to the road
And it's always like this
He's so focused on his bliss
And his sister's the abyss
I just hope there's nothing that we'll miss
Writer: Elizabeth Hilliard
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