I left Northfield hours ago   Driving Humper up to Rome   I drive til no one knows my name   Somehow I like it better that way      Because a microphone, it's all I need   To get this demon out of me   Lying, trying to pretend   But the truth I hit you with    Will come again      High school. Shakespeare. Yellow Bus.   And one seat seperating us   I thank God for Tylor's hair   It's all that shields me from an icy stare      Cuz' it's a microphone, it's all I need   To get this demon out of me   Lying, trying to pretend   But the truth I hit you with   Will come again