You're graduating on Thursday And I'm flying home, you couldn't write it My friend, Mia, said she's not gonna cry though And I don't believe her 'Cause I would and I did But I made my bed and I promised to lie in it And I don't regret a thing I just wish that I could say that they were nicer to me ♪ You put a target on my back I didn't run, I'm not that fast You said I was your only friend So why aren't you crying up on that stage 'Cause I would and I did But I made my bed and I promised to lie in it And I don't regret a thing I just wish that I could say that they were nicer to me My friends, my clothes Didn't you want something new? College, clean slate Oh, will you tell the truth? Birthdays, backlash How did I get it wrong? My friends, my clothes Didn't you want something new? College, clean slate Oh, will you tell the truth? Birthdays, backlash How did I get it wrong? Packed bag, passport Oh, this is moving on ♪ You're graduating on Thursday And I don't love you anymore