Four years running, that you've stayed in this place
The people change, but you remain the same
Growing up isn't something on your mind
Why bother leaving when you haven't got the time?
They'll call you a lifer, but what does that mean
Another year of high school, is something you always wish you had
Passing the day, gone to class and back by 3
Shrugging away, all responsibility
Moving on is much too hard, for someone so immature
Sleep around with everyone, just to get your face so recognized
Mr. Lister, with a target on your chest
Life doesn't matter if you're not the very best
Mr. Lister, always trying to get the girl
When will you realize this place is not the world you think it is
All you know about is what's inside these walls
Think all life's about is throwing and dodging balls
Someday when you're older, you'll look back on these years
But oh wait, you're 23, what the f*ck have you done with your life?
Mr. Lister, with a target on your chest
Life doesn't matter if you're not the very best
Mr. Lister, never seemed to get the girl
You've never realized this place is not the world you think it is
Mr. Lister, bow before the All-Stars' feet
It's not like they'd recognize you when you're on the street
Mr. Lister, it's time for you to grow up
Two months is all you have until this old place chews and spits you out
How don't you hate this place like I do?
Never kissed or held a girl's hand too
I was your best friend but that's through
So go back to your town, Mr. Lister
It's not like anyone else will remember you
You've lost all your friends, Mr. Lister
It's not like anyone else will remember you