Crash Test Kid
Noah Tabraham
You told me to kill myself
On the night of the living ghost
Oh how it's ironic now
That you need me the most
You dropped out of high school
To shoot for a longshot
You have no one but yourself to blame
You miserable hotshot
Oh isn't it funny
When life turns out this way
You're miserable, But you're gonna
Learn one of these days
You think that I don't understand
Exactly what this is?
You've been trying it since the 8th grade
And buddy we ain't kids
I know exactly how you work
And I won't heed the call
You're over charismatic from
All that pride and alcohol
Oh isn't it funny
How the world keeps turning
You keep on failing upward
But you're never fucking learning