Drizzle: Woke up at noon, face paint cracked again Gloom: Tried balloon dogs, now they look like snakes, my friend Drizzle: Teacher says “Smile,” like it’s that easy to fake Gloom: I’d rather skate past the bell, wheels rattlin’ the gate Drizzle: Locker smells like rain and old spray paint Gloom: Dreams held together with tape and complaints Together: Top of the class—if the class went wrong Gloom: Did you find that old 7-inch, warped and scarred? Drizzle: Yeah, traded my ride just to hear it spark Together: It’s a beautiful mess, but it hits so hard Red noses, black hearts, skating through the rain! Learning how to fall down, laughing at the pain! At Clown School High, yeah, we don’t fit the track Oversized shoes, ripped jeans, hoodie pitch black! Drizzle: “Is my nose on straight?” Gloom: “Close enough—push!” Drizzle: Detention walls covered in marker dreams Gloom: Principal says we’re “loud” and “extreme” Drizzle: But the noise keeps my head on tight Gloom: And the static feels warm when the world bites Gloom: World says “Grow up,” but we missed that cue Drizzle: Still chasing sparks with a busted shoe Together: If this is wrong, we’re seeing it through Red noses, black hearts, wheels never clean! Smiles stitched crooked, but we still mean! At Clown School High, back row kings Broken little crowns and squeaky things! Drizzle: “Same time tomorrow?” Gloom: “Wouldn’t miss it.” a little
