Teachers in the Bleachers
Andrew Scott, Sloan
One, two, three, four...
[Verse 1]
I've seen my teachers in the bleachers
And I'm just wasting precious time of ten years spoiled public speakers
Long lines
Of this still-natured family
Slaps me on my good side and takes me out for dinner
[Chorus]
I can see from side, to side, to side, to side, decide
I decided to step out of that spot to rot
And now I know the reason why the operator failed to smile
[Verse 2]
'Cause all the while it's not the first time
And it's not the last timе for me to fall from grace
In a really crowdеd place, yeah
[Chorus]
I confide, confide, confide, confide
I confided my secret disposition to you
Along the lines, along the lines, along the lines, along the lines of this