Twenty One Pilots - Next Semester Lyrics

Greetings, music lovers. Welcome to PondokLirik! Today, we unravel the beauty within the lyrics of "Next Semester" Twenty One Pilots. Join us on this brief journey as we explore the emotional depth woven into each line, connecting with the universal language that is music.

Next Semester Lyrics Twenty One Pilots

Stand up straight now

Can't break down

Graduate now

I don't wanna be here

I don't wanna be here

It's a taste test

Of what I hate less

Can you die of anxiousness

I don't wanna be here

I don't wanna 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"

I don't wanna be here

Can't feel my legs

I might suffocate

There's a pressure in my chest

I don't wanna be here

I don't wanna 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 change what you've done

Start fresh next semester

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"

(And then he slowed down)

(And rolled down his window)

(And he said)

Can't change what you've done

Start fresh next semester

It's a taste test

Of what I hate less

I don't wanna be here

Start fresh with a new year

Can't change what you've done

Start fresh next semester

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