High School In Jakarta (Live at The Wiltern)

[Verse 1]

Didn't you hear Amanda's movin' back to Colorado?

It's 2013 and the end of my life

Freshman year's about to plummet just a little harder

But it didn't 'cause we kissed on that Halloween night

[Verse 2]

I bleached half my hair when I saw Zoe on your Vespa

It was orange from three-percent peroxide, thanks to you

I needed a good cry, I headed right to Kendra's

I hated you and I hoped to God that you knew

[Pre-Chorus]

Now there's drama (Drama), found a club for that

Where I met ya (Met ya), had a heart attack

Yadda, yadda

At the end, yeah, we burned

Made a couple U-turns

You were it 'til you weren't (Mm)

[Chorus]

High school in Jakarta, sorta modern Sparta

Had no chance against the teenage suburban armadas

We were a sonata, thanks to tight-lipped fathers

Yeah, livin' under that was hard, but I loved you harder

High school in Jakarta, an elaborate saga

I still hate you for makin' me wish I came out smarter

You love-hate your mother, so do I

Could've ended different, then again

We went to high school in Jakarta

[Verse 3]

Got a group assignment, I'll be at Vall's place

You don't text at all and only call when you're off your face

I'm petty and say, "Call me when you're not unstable"

I lie and tell you I'll be gettin' drunk at Rachel's

[Pre-Chorus]

I wasn't, she doesn't even drink

But I couldn't have you sit there and think

That you're better 'cause you're older

Are you better now that we're older?

No, you're not, bitch

[Chorus]

High school in Jakarta, sorta modern Sparta

Had no chance against the teenage suburban armadas

We were a sonata, thanks to tight-lipped fathers

Yeah, livin' under that was hard, but I loved you harder

High school in Jakarta, a comedy drama

I still hate you for makin' me wish I came out smarter

You love-hate your mother, so do I

Could've ended different, then again

We went to high school in Jakarta

[Bridge]

Natasha's movin' to New York (New York)

Probably sometime in August (Ah)

And I'm spendin' the summer in Singapore (Ah)

I'm so sad, I can't tell you shit anymore

I made friends with Abby this year (This is how I met your mother, oh my god)

We're movin' in in March or so

And although you bring me to tears

I'm glad that we gave it a go

[Chorus]

High school in Jakarta, American summer

Had no chance against the Marxist girl with marijuana

I was your piñata, she was a star-charter

Glad she gave it to you real hard, but I loved you harder

High school in Jakarta, I won't, but I wanna

Ask you when you talk about it, do I ever come up?

Say thanks to your mama, now we're through

Could've ended different, then again

We went to high school in Jakarta