High School High Songtext

Never Forgot the golden rule, always showed up high for high school. If I loaded it to tall, I might not even show up at all. As I sit and think of you, grass gathers the morning dew. When it seems my obsessions done I sit and watch the rising sun.

Knees to the ground, nothing heard for the sound of parting lips

When you sing the words to this song, shut you mouth and just hum along. When you start to hum it wrong, There's something else you can hum on