David Wilcox
On to the Next
Someone said it was suicideHis empty chair is all we seeNot that anyone knew him wellBut he sat behind meNow they come with the questioningNow they're so sincereDo you remember anythingThat he said to you here?If you get close against the windowYou can feel it closerA trace of a breeze that makes it throughI remember you saidIt's almost enough that you could breath itIf you had to that's what I remember most of youYou can hear a pencil dropAnd the fluorescent lightsLean forward and keep your answersOut of sightIf you're stuck on a tricky oneIf the question's too complexDon't try too figure it out, they sayJust move on to the nextWho's to blame for a high-school suicide?Ooh, they claim it's the best years of our lives
From Letras Mania