Next Semester Lyrics – Twenty One Pilots

Next Semester Lyrics

Stand up straight now
Can’t break down
Graduate now
I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here

It’s a taste test
Of what I hate less
Can you die of anxiousness?
I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here
What’s about to happen? What’s about to happen?

I remember, I remember certain things
What I was wearing, the yellow dashes in the street
I prayed those lights would take me home
Then I heard, “Hey kid, get out of the road!”

Can’t feel my legs
I might suffocate
There’s a pressure in my chest
I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here,
What’s about to happen? What’s about to happen?

Can’t change what you’ve done
Start fresh next semester

It’s a taste test of what I hate less
I don’t want to be here

Start fresh with a new year