The clockface taunts with its lazy spin

Behind the gym where the lost balls roll

In the eye of the storm where the schedule lies

Two rebels sipping the fountain of youth

We're kings of the concrete, the untaught truth

Counting the seconds before the coming wrath

But we will learn a different kind of math

The dates and the facts and the dotted signs

They say we'll miss the important lines

Two empty soldiers who've seen it all

We hide the evidence in the rusted bin

A fuzzy halo in the noon bright

The liquid burns but the laughter's light

We toast to the chaos of growing souls

Oh two glass-clinking secrets

Another problem I'll never win

The backpack hides a forbidden weight

While counting the minutes like stolen rain

Talking 'bout the galaxies, talking 'bout the pain

Our uniform ties getting loose and high

We trade the blackboard for the bleeding sky

Two rebels with time to spend

We met where the hallway starts to bend

Two hall-passes burning in the light

"Stomach's tight"

"Need some water,"

We both stand up ，the same old art

I catch your eye — a silent chart

We are brilliantly, beautifully, wasting time