College, Bro Testo

The thought of leaving is enough to make sure everybody fakes another smile to leave on good terms.
Three more months until I'm gone,
I've made some friends but I've lost a lot.
There's no point in trying to patch things up now.
Sprawling out across the floor,
trying harder to ignore everything that's in my mind.
I just can't keep living like this.
I need a new way to spend my time.