High school Bell tolls again

The mailman dropped a bombshell, an envelope in blue.

"You're Invited! Class of '15, we wanna see you!"

Ten years have blown right by me, in a nine-to-five haze.

But I guess for just one night, I'll go back to the good old days.

Verse 1

I walked into the gymnasium, it smelled the same, of sweat and cheap perfume.

Saw the jocks all huddled up in the corner of the room.

Brad, the quarterback, sells insurance now, his glory days are toast.

And the head cheerleader, Tiffany, is on husband number four at most.

The geeks that they once tormented are now millionaires with stocks.

It's funny how the tables turn, just by punching clocks.

Chorus

'Cause the bell tolls again tonight!

We're falling back in line, under cheap fluorescent light.

The prom queen's still the prom queen, the outcasts are still weird.

It's the same old drama, just with mortgages and beards.

We thought that we escaped it, thought we'd finally broken free.

But it's just another sequel, for the whole wide world to see.

High school never ends, you see.

Verse 2

Remember Mary, quiet Mary? She wrote poetry in class.

Now she's got a start-up company that's kicking major ass.

And Steve, who lived for metal, with his hair down to his knees?

He's a corporate lawyer now, talking 'bout "fiduciary fees."

The class clown's telling dad jokes, they're not landing like before.

And the teachers look exhausted, like they can't take anymore.

We're all just playing characters we thought we'd left behind.

A psychiatric study for the academic mind.

Chorus

'Cause the bell tolls again tonight!

We're falling back in line, under cheap fluorescent light.

The prom queen's still the prom queen, the outcasts are still weird.

It's the same old drama, just with mortgages and beards.

We thought that we escaped it, thought we'd finally broken free.

But it's just another sequel, for the whole wide world to see.

High school never ends, you see.

Bridge

And for a second, it feels normal.

Sharing stories, drinking punch.

Forgetting deadlines, bills, and bosses,

We're all eating the same lunch.

Maybe we were all just scared then,

Maybe we are all still scared now.

Just trying to find our place here,

And we still don't know how.

Outro

Yeah, the bell is tolling.

Another ten years will be rolling.

And we'll be back here, fat and balding.

'Cause the credits never started rolling.

Nope, the credits never started rolling.

Same script, different casting call.

Guess we're stuck inside this mall... forever after all.