Its prom tonight and I don't have a date
So I walk by myself to the high school, jumping over benches
Vandalized by sharpies and switchblades
Saying things like "Ms. Wright is a bitch" and "Julie x Andre"
And the sun is starting to set and I see the parking lot filled with cars
Girls in sequined dresses and boys in their ties
It's like a giant parade of conformed insanity
And I sit on the fence and watch as the person I like steps out of a rented limo
Hand in hand with someone else
And I can't help but wonder why I didn't bother to ask
So I sit and watch and hold a pack of cigarettes I stole
I've never smoked cigarettes before, but in that moment
As I walk to the baseball field and lie down and look at the stars
I'm all by myself and nothing else matters
Because even as he is dancing with some other girl
I still somehow feel beautiful
