Teach Me from Jabberwocky by whatever...

Welcome to the empty classroom.
An empty mouth reads words from an empty page.
Got an hour? Grab a seat;
have yourself a nap.
Hey there, Mr. Talking Head,
I might even agree with some of what you said,
but no matter what it is
you're shoving down my throat,
the impulse is to gag.

I can't tell you what I'm doing here.
I can't even claim to care.
Will someone tell me it'll be over soon?
Will someone tell me why I'm here?
Because I don't know anything anymore.

Everything I'm hearing now,
I've heard a million times before.
It's starting not to matter.
I pay you to give me time to sleep, or to write this song
I hand you a line or two, and you hand me a letter.

I don't know why I bother showing up here every day,
because it’s clear that neither of us cares.
Every day I wonder how you got this job.
Every day l wonder why you're here.

Page alter page of nothing that means anything at all,
pages of angry lines, and any way that I can find
of filling all this useless time,
killing all this wasted time.

• Punk
• pop punk
• punk pop
• socio-political
• Cleveland