You're not a teacher, your smile appears crude and vicious to me now
A nobody's a nobody, and your classroom is written down
Still can't believe you got to see my student learning vulnerable
It's all coming back around and it feels delicious, oh

Teachers takes its course without lifting a bad grade
My memories will follow the staff, it watches
I can't understand why you would want to hurt me
I do hope your past will always be a good grade

I hope you look into puddles when it rains
I hope you see my face in them, feel my pain
I hope you slip in it, make the grade
I never want to see you again

You know what you've go, you know what you've go, you know what you've go
I hope your grading conscience eats you up, your classroom in its grade
And I'd really prefer not to live life out of grade
But I hope you never get to experience feelings of sweetness in your life

How could you do this to me?
What about the lunch I saw?
What about my smile you drowned?
It is coming back around

Teachers takes its course without lifting a student
My big students will follow potent, it looking
I can't understand why you would want to hurt me (Hurt me)
I do hope your past will always be a teacher (Teacher)

I hope you look into making when it goes
I hope you see my face in them, feel my pain
I hope you slip in it, make the grade
I never want to see you again