Last Week Didn't Exist; This is a Hold-Over

This is a rough of the upcoming image, which'll be accompanied by the finished copy and some good ol' content come Monday or Tuesday, depending on when I finish a sculpture/get back from feast. Enjoy the rough and song lyrics until then...

"I was a debater,
Was not a stoner nor an inline skater,
Was not a player nor a player hater.
I was just a bookworm on a respirator.
Who’s to say that’s wrong?

I was in the chess club,
Didn’t have a swimming pool much less a true love,
Didn’t have a dalliance much less a hot tub.
I was just a brain whose brain would never let up.
Who’s to say that’s wrong?

The twelve years after five
Are years we’re lucky to survive.
Hang in there friends forever
In memory far away.
Hang in there friends forever
In memory far away.

Went out for the football team;
Found out the hard way you can’t live your Dad’s dream.
Had pretty thin skin to be in the machine,
Then I found a guitar and the rest’s a fanzine.
Who’s to say what’s wrong?

The moral of the song
Is that the high school kids are wrong.
You know they have been all along,
Come graduation you’ll be gone.
Hang in there friends forever
In memory far away!"