Parties with friends
Hot dates with boys out late
Staying up till midnight
The homework I would hate

High school is not quite
What imagined as a child
Since I've left middle school
My life has gone wild

The last two years
Have been hectic and flown by fast
Relationships and secrets
Things I thought would last

The last two years
Have flown by fast
Memories and people
I thought I had left in the past

The last two years
Have flown by
I wave at the history
And I ask why

The last two years

I hope we forget all of our passwords
So we cannot delete our Facebook posts.
I hope we still remember good ol' Myspace;
I hope we're haunted by our Twitter ghosts.

I hope that we'll go back and click on pictures
That we took on Apple Photobooth
I hope I will remember that one status
Said I was 'in a relationship' with you.

I hope we leave them open for our children
I hope they'll laugh at how we're old
I hope they'll look back at our high school photos.
I hope we'll reminisce on videos.

I hope that we'll go back and click on pictures
That we took on Apple Photobooth
I hope someday I'll tweet about that one time
When I was 'in a relationship' with you

Did they live the life projected
In their high school yearbook?
Did they take the wife selected
Why not take a look?

Geeks and Dweebs and Superstars
Smile back from ancient pages
Going back to high school now
To read the writings from the sages
Voted "The Most something"
Gave one a certain goal to reach
But, the weekend after graduation
These titles were lost on some lone beach

Did Mr. "Most Likely to Succeed"
Ever make his millions
Or is he working at the daily grind
Like so many other billions?

Most Likely to Become a Mom
That's a title that's too cheesy
What exactly did it mean?
Is this girl just one who's easy?

Most Likely to become Prime Minister
Not a chance in hell 'round here
Debating was not a skill
That we were taught I fear

Did the person picked "Most Likely to....
Have a leg up on the rest
Were they picked for popularity
Or were they really just the best

Our "Most Likely to win a Nobel Prize"
because his Chemistry marks were great
Is now working as a bartender
At a bar that's open late

"Most Likely to be a famous rock star"
Now, there's a title to hang on to
Ours, works in geology
So, they didn't miss by far

Look back and laugh at what you see
This book is just a snap
Of people from your life you knew
Some who fell into the trap

A title of "Most Likely To..."
Shouldn't determine who you'll be
For if it does, then you must
be someone who didn't learn to see

We had a girl get shot to death
She never got a yearbook name
But, she was killed robbing a bank years back
And now that's her claim to fame

Doctors, Lawyers, warehousemen
They were all there in our school
Some were picked "Most Likely to.."
Most were not, and that's cool

If you know a "Most Likely To..."
And they became what they were told
Close the book, and leave it shut
You're the one who struck gold

You made a choice to move along
And make a life, to make you ..YOU
And you didn't need a high school tag
To say..."Most Likely To....."

I've come to realize there are no distinguished leaders
it is all just one big popularity contest
The same as high school, only we are older now
Never as wise as we wish, never as smart as we expected
The class clowns and beauty queens still exist
The athletes and the drama club
the choir class soloists taking the stage
The home improvement woodshop workers and the cooking class Betty Crockers whipping up cakes and building houses
The power driven still dream of change yet they cannot seem to get past debating countless opinions and visions but never reaching sensible conclusions
With the end result beings their dream to charge $1,500 a dinner plate & take lavish vacations to cabins in the woods or private resorts.......but only IF ...they gain the popular vote
And the great dragon smiles at his thread of influence, tugging on the strings of the puppets he's created, stealing what has never been his, yet he too wants to win the popularity contest

It’s not the school part about high school I don’t like;
It’s the people.
It doesn’t matter who’s the most ‘material’ here;
No one needs two-hundred dollar boots
And a phone with a screen
Bigger than your hand.
Who cares if the most people ‘like’ you
Or if you’ve got the most contacts?
None of it means anything to me.
It surely won’t mean jack
When you all grow up and go to college.
(Or maybe you won’t, because you spent
Too much money on those boots
Your feet grew out of in three months.)

It’s not the school part about high school I don’t like;
It’s the people.
I’ll be out and away in two years,
Escaping from high school
With wings sprouted from my heels.
Right now,
They’re too weak to lift me off the ground.
Soon, I’ll take flight
And abandon ‘the best time of my life’.
You’ll see.

For now, all I can do is
Watch,
Laugh,
And shrug it off.

You’ll be nothing when it really counts.