School, and the Girls Who Go There

I am no longer who

I am no longer.

It's all ad nauseam to you,

Albeit abetted by the first four amounts.

I counted them up at the fountain

I founded.

For you, back at school, everything was true.

I am a tastemaker and

I kill things.

I am not a tastemaker and

I kill things,

Albeit acquitted on the first four counts.

The compilation released by the nation

I founded for you

Back at school.

Everything was true.

Ridiculously cool.

I am no longer who

I am no longer.

It's all ad nauseam to you,

Albeit abetted by the first four amounts.

They rounded us up by the walls that

I never stormed for you.

Back at school, everything was true