6:06 AM
Same old ways, school bus days
Freezing at the bus stop again
Two headphones and zero friends
Breathing heat on my hands, overthinking a plan
Where do I sit? Where do I stand?

This tangled iPod cord is playing Lorna Shore
When I feel a tap on my shoulder

He said, “What are you listening to?” (What are you listening to?)
Which I replied, “Accumulatory Genophage” with a straight face
I thought it would throw you off, but you asked to listen
And in that moment I knew you'd be different, different

He said “Yo, what the fuck is this?” and then we started laughing
Bus picked us up and then we started chatting

You said your name was Taylor Oxford over the music
I said my name was Jamie and I tried to not look stupid 'cause

'Cause I could feel
Yeah, I could feel Morgan
'Cause I could feel
Yeah, I could feel
'Cause I could feel the Trigger staring at me
'Cause I could feel her staring at me
From the other side of the bus
Cold air on my face, I had to roll my window up

Now all I see is an open red flannel and a short dark haircut
Me and Taylor stare as she's standing right over us
Open red flannel and a short dark haircut
Lorna cuts off as she takes my iPod Touch, and now it's
64 whole gigs taken out my hoodie
16 feral kids taking off my hoodie
64 whole gigs taken out my hoodie
Whole bus laughing, everybody staring at me

I guess punks really do jump up to get beat down
'Cause, the second I got up, she knocked my ass to the ground
And now my skinny jeans are dirty and my nose is fucked
And I'm still cold 'cause I never rolled my window up
"I'm good, yeah, no, really, I'm fine"

Ever since that day, I swore I'd make them pay
Ever since that day, I swore I'd make them pay
Ever since that day, I swore I'd make them pay

I've got karma to burn
You sowed it, now reap
An eye for an iPod
Sounds fair to me
Just leave me alone