Tekster: Incubus. A Crow Left Of The Murder. Smile Lines.

Met my match today
Felt the blood rushing and mingling
A curious and enigmatic thing

Now spiders in my dreams
Synchronicity weaves like a web
When you were meant to be a meal

I want you bad
I want you bad
I understand why they say
"High school never ends"

I'll never act my age
But you can tell by the lines in my smile
That I have been around for awhile

So, insecurities
Are about as useful as trying
To put the pin back in the grenade

I want you bad
I want you bad
I understand why they say
"High school never ends"

I want you bad
I want you bad
I understand why they say
"High school never stops"

Whoa, ooo yeah
Woah

This isn't coincidence
There's no such thing
This isn't coincidence, no
This isn't coincidence
There's no such thing
This isn't, no

I want you bad
I want you bad
I understand why they say
"High school never ends"

I want you bad
I want you bad
I understand why they say
"High school never ends"

Yeah, never ends