Of my wasted time

Sent to detention

For my 'crime'

Fidling with my necklace

And playin with the ring in my tounge

Sent here to think

About what Ive done

I could care less

About why Im here

Though, right now

I could use a beer

And when its 4:00

I can get the hell out

Get together with my friends

Get in trouble, dance and shout

But the next day

Ill be here wasting more time

Sent here again

To think about my 'crime'