"The Underdog III: Exit, Pt. IV (A Self Fulfilling Prophecy)" lyrics

Karate in the driveway. Pizza rolls in the microwave
Mr. Brightside on karaoke. I remember everything that you showed me
Like how to tie my shoes and DDR in the living room
And how to fight against all the bullies who'd follow me home and always tried to push me

You told me never throw the first punch
But make sure you throw the last
And if it wasn't for you, I would be somebody new
Just another kid in the class

It's been so hard without you here with me
Send me a sign if this is a mistake

I need your guidance but you're dead
And there's no way that I can bring you back

Two rifles in my bag ready to go
Two hands reaching out for anybody to hold
Hold your fire, it's not what it seems, listen to me
All I ever wanted was to be left alone
All I ever wanted was my big brother back

When he died, the family cried
Then wiped their eyes and pretended that everything was fine
I'm dying inside

My bleeding heart is beating hard from being beaten hard
Belts and cords and all the battle scars from civil war
Made me who we are

So hats off to the new year
You're graduating from hell to heaven on Earth
In a casket the shape of a bleacher next to the teachers
I hope you're ready to die
The only thing I can do is cry
And I'm so scared, I don't wanna die
But it's hard to go on this way
It'll be okay. It'll be okay

So here we are Lemon House
Home of the Cadets. Home of every person that I hate
No looking back now, it's graduation day
Time to make them pay

Auditorium doors in front of me
One chance for redemption, for retribution

I can't do this but I have to do this
I can't do this but I have to do this
I can't do this but I have to do this

Now I'm walking to the parking lot
My legs are weak and my head is spinning
My conscious heavy, reality's hitting
Why can't I go through with anything?
Throwing up behind a red Camry
I'll never get to see my Uncle Danny
He would be so disappointed in me
And what would my mom think?
She would be so heartbroken

Years of planning and years of pain will not be in vain
Cause you wanna remain poem pathetic for the rest of your life, just commit to suicide

I walk back in, now security is coming
My one final chance to actually be something
Every one of you put me in this position
And it wouldn't have happened if somebody would have listened