Dead Poets

You got expelled for smoking pot
Near the music room
You used to play your drum so loud
You’re painting house now
You’re keeping items in like a cage
With a blanket of snow you got a couple DUI’s
Now you’re hitchhiking under grey skies
Oh, oh, oh
Mom says, dad says
Can’t you be more like your brother?
You’re mind grows darker
You run run run run run away
Back into the woods
You’ve got your snacks you’ve got your tent
And your sleeping bag
You use your compass to find out
Where you’re sleeping out
The stream is rushing by your toes
Fishing for trout catching minnows
Oh, oh, oh
You don’t need them anyway
Mom says, dad says
Can’t you be more like your brother?
You’re mind grows darker
You run run run run you run away
Back into the woods