mr. johnson's head

sitting in the class with my head on the desk

teacher's trying to talk but i could give a fuck less

i'm staring at the freak that i know i'm in love with

but she don't even know my name it's always been the same

i just lay my head down and drown in my spit

nobody even notices i'm here cuz i ain't shit

i hear voices but i don't know what they saying

sweat is on my forehead cuz my brain's inside decaying

and this bitch that i love probably don't have no idea

she's talking to her friends i'm in the corner and i see her

something's happening but it isn't very clear

sounds like a bell

sounds like an electric chair

next thing i know walking in the crowded hall

so many different faces that i throw up on the wall

some are yelling sick" and the others stop and stare