come with me

what i need
a pal to run free with me
even though senior year is wrapping up
we all seem so confined
locked into tight little rooms
where it is very hard to breathe
and all i can see
is roads stretching far away
to places other than here
so let's drop our books
and our worried looks
and leave right now
sure this could wait until tomorrow
or until we have enough money
but can't you see
money is just society's hold on us
we need this amount to do this
we need this amount to go here
yet what is the price of one life fully lived?

open your eyes
let truth set in
and then lets get outta here