Oh won't you tell me what I missed, while you were climbing up there last night You shouldn't treat your friends like this "And after all that we have been through" I'd say the night looked red when we stood up there But since you missed out, you couldn't care less The night looked red--it was sink or swim So I'll pull my head out from the water She wants the scriptures on the walls Spend each night roaming the hall Since we won't be here in the fall Just to make it up to you I wrote this song She's diagnosed with "fear of missing out" But little does she know, i will never let her down Black hair, plaid skirt Just goes to show you can't cover up what hurts We write on all the vents and walls The only place where we belong And we won't be back here in the fall So just to make it up to you If I don't make it up to you There's so much left that we can do I hope