Rentrée

Another summer rolls by

And I can't help but feel pain

All those familiar faces

Come back to haunt me again

Whether I hated their guts

Or hardly knew them at all

I always felt far away

Beside them there in the halls

My yearbook keeps me informed

My yearbook keeps me in line

Its an obituary

Gives me a concept of time

We've graduated and grown

From a real world once our own

Yet we have proven them wrong

By dropping off all along

- Mr. Bungle "Everyone I Went To High School With Is Dead"