作词 : Nicole Zefanya

作曲 : Nicole Zefanya

Didn’t you hear Amanda’s moving back to Colorado?

It’s 2013 & the end of my life

Freshman year’s about to plummet just a little harder

But it didn’t cause we kissed on that Halloween night

I bleached half my hair when I saw Zoe on your Vespa

It was orange from 3% peroxide, thanks to you

I needed a good cry, I headed right to Kendra’s

I hated you and I hoped to God that you knew

Now there’s drama (drama)

Found a club for that

Where I met ya (met ya)

Had a heart attack

Yadda yadda

At the end, yeah we burned, made a couple U-turns, you were it til you weren’t

High school in Jakarta, sorta modern Sparta

Had no chance against the teenage suburban armadas

We were a sonata, thanks to tight-lipped fathers

Yeah living under that was hard, but I loved you harder

High school in Jakarta, an elaborate saga

I still hate you for making me wish I came out smarter

You love/hate your mother, so do I

Could’ve ended different, then again we went to high school in Jakarta

Got a group assignment, I’ll be at Vall’s place

You don’t text at all and only call when you’re off your face

I’m petty and say, “Call me when you’re not unstable”

I lie and tell you I’ll be getting drunk at Rachel’s

I wasn’t

She doesn’t even drink

But I couldn’t have you sit there and think

That you’re better, cause you’re older

Are you better, now that we’re older?

High school in Jakarta, sorta modern Sparta

Had no chance against the teenage suburban armadas

We were a sonata, thanks to tight-lipped fathers

Yeah living under that was hard, but I loved you harder

High school in Jakarta, a comedy drama

I still hate you for making me wish I came out smarter

You love/hate your mother, so do I

Could’ve ended different, then again we went to high school in Jakarta

Natasha’s moving to New York

Probably sometime in August

And I’m spending the summer in Singapore

I’m so sad I can’t tell you shit anymore

I made friends with Abby this year

We’re moving in in March or so

And although you bring me to tears

I’m glad that we gave it a go

High school in Jakarta, American summer

Had no chance against the Marxist girl with marijuana

I was your piñata, she was a star-charter

Glad she gave it to you real hard, but I loved you harder

High school in Jakarta,

I won’t but I wanna

Ask you when you talk about it do I ever come up?

Say thanks to your mama, now we’re through

Could’ve ended different, then again we went to high school in Jakarta