I hope you fall face first into some yellow snow
I hope bad luck plagues you where you go
Everytime I stop and think
I think of how you lied
I wish upon a star
I wish I wish you never tried
I hope you make a stupid face
And its stick that way
I hope you make the time to find inside
That it's not okay
I think you think, I think you think
That this will go away
This is not okay

It's clear there's nothing left to say
It's clear you wouldn't have listened anyway
You got your grand prize
When you stab your best friend in the back
A suicide slack coming at me
Like a heart attack
I'm a broken knight trying hard
To get my courage back
A four fist fight
And now I'm running on an endless track

It's not right, I won't fight. [repeat x4]
Good, Great, Grand, Wonderful...No yelling on the bus!