They’ve been pressuring me to go
So I asked you and you said no
I said “mom everyone goes to parties but me”
You said ”because their parents don’t care obviously”
I took your advice and stayed home on a Saturday night
When everyone else was having a blast under the skylight
They told me how fun it was and I should go next week
The only way I could go was if I’d sneak
So now its Saturday
And I’m trying my best to look pretty
So everyone can like me
I really don’t want to sneak out
But they’ll think I’ve chickened out
So I snuck out quietly and softly
I could feel the air breezy all around me
I finally arrived
Feeling free and deprived
I didn’t want to drink
But they would think I’m a coward
So I drank
And I liked it
I drank so much I felt tingly and quivered
I had a blast
Now I knew for sure I wasn’t an outcast
I thought that I was okay to drive home
But then it started to rain
And I didn’t see the train
The next thing I know I’m in an ambulance bleeding to death
And you’re at home thanking God I’m not like any other teenager
Its too late to say sorry
Too late to hug you
Too late to change what I’ve done
Too late to sat good bye
All because I listened to some kids to be cool
And now I’m about to die
