Did a blink, one-eighty, achoo
I looked at him and she looked at you
High school halls and lockered walls
Just closets for dweebs to cry in
Dispatching crows to dance on addiction
She looked at him and she felt his condition
Left confused leaving unwanted questions
Fresh carousels of never and what if
Thinking got me, brought me, thought they
were following or could follow me
What a hoot, the hollering
Toss me toys and collar me
Twenty Two peaks to crash, we stand up
Heard an eagle eye blind, blurred wheat
I looked at you and she looked at me
High school halls and lockered walls
Just closets for nerds to rage in
Peppering funk and a melon’s conviction
He looked at her and he felt her confliction
When right’s the only writing on the wall
Leave the kitchen
this is your life chuck johnson 