how in the hell did we get here?

Who knew this day would come? Tomorrow is the last monday of high school EVER.

This week is my last week of high school, ever. Like...EVER. I'm repeating it for my own benefit, cause really, it hasn't hit me yet.

Everything is happening, now. ALL AT ONCE. I can't believe it.

It makes me wonder if...say...2 years from now, all of this...is going to seem like a distant memory..."all a part of high school." 2..3..4..years from now, is it all still going to be as significant?

Probably not right? But right now, at 17, it's the biggest thing happening in my life, and I can't get past it. Any of it.

Nothing feels better than hiding these days
We bury our fears in the drinks, in these tears
For the days we believed we could fly
We'll go back to the place where the night never ends
We'll remember the fires, the burning car tires
Boy how in the hell did we get here?

So why don't you meet me, down behind the old school
We'll waste away the weekend, with perfect regard for how
Cavalier we used to be, that beautiful insanity
The apathy's surrounding me
Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away

Nothings as real as our old reckless ways
When we drink by the fires
The burning car tires
Bad girls and good liars
The dreams we'd conspire
The days we went crazy
The nights wild and hazy
Man how in the hell did we get here?

Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away

--Old school, Hedley