Tomorrow's the weekend Everybody's making plans While I'm making excuses In my head 'cause I'm afraid they'll ask "I hope you can make it," Says a girl who's in my cla** I know she's just being friendly But every time I see her I wanna kick her a** She throws parties People flock to these They're excited So, I pretend to be What they do for fun escapes me What goes through their heads? What they do for fun reminds me I'm not one of them He asked, "What's your problem? Why don't you relax?" I told him listen "I live every day like it's my last" He said, "You're idealistic" I said, "Is that a fact?" You have my permission Anytime you see him you can kick his a** His friends like laughing About society But, they've changed nothing That's reality I find that What they do for fun escapes me What goes through their heads? What they do for fun reminds me I'm not one of them I wonder what would make it fun?