I wake up at 5:30 am

And my prepare myself for

Another day of community college

I head straight for room 345B

And I sit in the back row

'Cause I'm already 15 minutes late

It's only the first day, but already, I'm getting a really strange vibe

There's just something very wrong about this place

Everyone either has a goatee or messy hair

And they can't seem to dress themselves

Why the hell did I sign up for creative writing?

I know that you worked really hard

But I don't care. I don't give a damn

I don't wanna hear about your creative process

I may seem like an asshole, but I don't mind

It just means that much to me

Not to have to hear about your creative process

Why do you insist on telling everyone

About the back story of your poem

About the old man walking his dog in the park?

And how you drew on experiences from your past

Like how your boyfriend dumped you

And the first time that you got stung by a bee

And how the old man represents the hamster

That you let die in the 5th grade

And the bench represents the first time you menstruated

So I'm forced to stab myself in the ear

With my number 2 pencil

I just can't take the pretentiousness anymore

I know that you worked really hard

But I don't care. I don't give a damn

I don't wanna hear about your creative process

I may seem like an asshole, but I don't mind

It just means that much to me

Not to have to hear about your creative process

I know you probably stayed up all night

But still Beefy doesn't give a god damn

I don't wanna hear about your creative process

I may seem like an asshole, but I'm used to it

I just don't wanna hear

About your stupid creative process