It�s a seven semester window of opportunity that�s been boarded up
Over seven semesters spent in relative obscurity, collecting dust
Because I couldn�t collect myself enough
To break the habit of keeping my mouth shut
I wouldn�t call it giving up cause I feel just fine
But I won�t hold my breath while I�m waiting for a next time
I�ll step back and start over again
So now I�m stuck facing my luck and the possibility of being buried alive
In another semester of open windows closing
Knowing there�s no chance but hoping
You�ll do anything but hate me
Cause you, you could save me
I wouldn�t call it giving up cause I feel just fine
But I won�t hold my breath while I�m waiting for a next time
I�ll step back and start over again
It�s nothing, it�s nothing, it�s nothing.. but I�m lying and it shows
This doesn�t mean a thing, forget I even mentioned it
This doesn�t mean a thing
But I�m lying and it shows
I can�t leave here without letting you know
I�m tearing down these boards before I go