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Didn't you hear Amanda's movin' back to Colorado? It's 2013 and the end of my life Freshman year's about to plummet just a little harder But it didn't 'cause we kissed on that Halloween night I bleached half my hair when I saw Zoe on your Vespa It was orange from three-percent peroxide, thanks to you I needed a good cry, I headed right to Kendra's I hated you and I hoped to God that you knew Now there's drama (Drama), found a club for that Where I met ya (Met ya), had a heart attack Yadda, yadda At the end, yeah, we burned Made a couplе U-turns You were it 'til you werеn't (Mm) High school in Jakarta, sorta modern Sparta Had no chance against the teenage suburban armadas We were a sonata, thanks to tight-lipped fathers Yeah, livin' under that was hard, but I loved you harder High school in Jakarta, an elaborate saga I still hate you for makin' me wish I came out smarter You love-hate your mother, so do I Could've ended different, then again We went to high school in Jakarta Songtexte Got a group assignment, I'll be at Vall's place You don't text at all and only call when you're off your face I'm petty and say, "Call me when you're not unstable" I lie and tell you I'll be gettin' drunk at Rachel's I wasn't, she doesn't even drink But I couldn't have you sit there and think That you're better 'cause you're older Are you better now that we're older? High school in Jakarta, sorta modern Sparta Had no chance against the teenage suburban armadas We were a sonata, thanks to tight-lipped fathers Yeah, livin' under that was hard, but I loved you harder High school in Jakarta, a comedy drama I still hate you for makin' me wish I came out smarter You love-hate your mother, so do I Could've ended different, then again We went to high school in Jakarta Natasha's movin' to New York (New York) Probably sometime in August (Ah) And I'm spendin' the summer in Singapore (Ah) I'm so sad, I can't tell you shit anymore I made friends with Abby this year (This is how I met your mother, oh my god) We're movin' in in March or so And although you bring me to tears I'm glad that we gave it a go High school in Jakarta, American summer Had no chance against the Marxist girl with marijuana I was your piñata, she was a star-charter Glad she gave it to you real hard, but I loved you harder High school in Jakarta, I won't, but I wanna Ask you when you talk about it, do I ever come up? Say thanks to your mama, now we're through Could've ended different, then again We went to high school in Jakarta Aus Songtexte Mania