Niki - High School In Jakarta lyrics
Niki [Nicole Zefanya] Jakarta, Indonesia
[Niki - High School In Jakarta lyrics]
Back to Colorado?
It's 2013 and the end of my life
Freshman year's about to plummet
Just a little harder
But it didn't 'cause we kissed
On that Halloween night
I bleached half my hair when I
Saw Zoe on your Vespa
It was orange from three percent
Peroxide thanks to you
I needed a good cry
I headed right to Kendra's
I hated you and I hoped to God that you knew
Now there's drama
(drama) , found a club for that
Where I met ya (met ya) , had a heart attack
Yadda yadda, at the end, yeah we burned
Made a couple U turns
You were it till you weren't
High school in Jakarta, sorta modern Sparta
Had no chance against the
Teenage suburban armadas
We were a sonata thanks
To tight-lipped fathers
Yeah, living under that was hard
But I loved you harder
High school in Jakarta, an elaborate saga
I still hate you for making me
Wish I came out smarter
You love hate your mother, so do I
Could've ended different
Then again we went to high school in Jakarta
Got a group assignment
I'll be at Vall's place
You don't text at all and only
Call when you're off your face
I'm petty and say
"Call me when you're not unstable"
I lie and tell you I'll
Be getting drunk at Rachel's
I wasn't, she doesn't even drink
But I couldn't have you sit there and think
That you're better 'cause you're older
Are you better now that we're older?
High school in Jakarta, sorta modern Sparta
Had no chance against the
Teenage suburban armadas
We were a sonata thanks
To tight-lipped fathers
Yeah, living under that was hard
But I loved you harder
High school in Jakarta, a comedy-drama
I still hate you for making me
Wish I came out smarter
You love hate your mother, so do I
Could've ended different
Then again we went to high school in Jakarta
Natasha's moving to New York (New York)
Probably sometime in August
And I'm spending the summer in Singapore
I'm so sad I can't tell you shit anymore
I made friends with Abby this year
(this is how I met your mother, oh my God)
We're moving in in March or so
And although you bring me to tears
I'm glad that we gave it a go
High school in Jakarta, American summer
Had no chance against the
Marxist girl with marijuana
I was your piñata, she was a star-charter
Glad she gave it to ya real hard
But I loved you harder
High school in Jakarta, I won't but I wanna
Ask you when you talk about
Do I ever come up?
Say thanks to your mama, now we're through
Could've ended different
Then again we went to high school in Jakarta