I could sit in my room and let the world forget about I don't wanna let down, everyone expects to... I mean How much does everybody care? Nothing's wrong with being scared Do I leave now and show up late? Or delete my texts and try to fake it? I can't get it right, do I leave or do I stay? (Believe me, I wish there was another way) Maybe I'll fix some pics and post them on MySpace (That could keep my reputation in place) Why do I care so much about all of this mess? OH SHIT Now they're calling my phone; I don't have the guts to answer Just a coward at home, when did I get so damn anxious? On the last day of summer, we planned to say goodbye To laugh and pass blunts, get upset, we'll cry and then forget How could I forget? And what the hell should I do? Call them back and tell the truth? I fucked up again, do I leave or do I stay? (Believe me I wish there was another way) Maybe I'll fix some pics and post them on MySpace (That could keep my reputation in place) Why do I care so much about all of this mess?