Final Exams

Do you still remember those days?
The sunny mornings at the bar
It was our last month spent in high school

The sweaters changed to T-shirts
We laid on the playground’s grass all day
Listening to our favorite punk rock songs

And we knew that it was the moment
That we had been waiting so long for
In the wind I could smell it was gonna be special

(You can do it!)

Do you still remember those days?
So full of light, colors and sun
Every day was better than ever

The girls looked nicer than before
We never spent an hour at home
We used to drive our car ‘till night was near

And we knew that it was the moment
That we had been waiting so long for
In the wind I could smell it was gonna be special

Skipping class became a habit
That we followed like a ritual
And we got A’s playing pool, foosball, bowling and in pinball

And the promise of a summer
Full of chances was our future
In those days we swore that
We’d never forget

Skipping class became a habit
That we followed like a ritual
And we got A’s playing pool, foosball, bowling and in pinball

And the promise of a summer
Full of chances was our future
In those days we swore that
We’d never forget

Skipping class…
(Nanana, nanana, nanana, nanana)
Skipping class…

And the promise of a summer
Full of chances was our future
In those days we swore that
We’d never forget, we’d never forget

Forget…
Forget…