A new song; Junior Extravaganza

I keep threatening to post a demo of the thing and keep putting it off. So here are the lyrics, anyway. Names are named; everyone is implicated. Which is, as you'll see, the point.

As many local readers will know, the Junior Extravaganza is a prom fundraiser arranged and performed annually by Juniors at my high school alma mater. I've been feeling kind of nostalgic in a creative sense lately, so this song is about some of the things that happened around our Junior Extravaganza, with, as always, a little poetic license exercised (although this time it isn't for drama; all the drama was there without any help at all from me). It also occurred to me that this could probably still work for anybody who doesn't know what the Junior Extravaganza is, as I think that phrase is a pretty apt metaphor for the horrible things 16-17 year-olds are liable to do to each other anyway.

So here's one for the 06-ers. I'm not sure you guys will thank me for it...

"Junior Extravaganza"

I had a secret Screwdriver at Vanessa's house
Made with vodka that my cousin Tanya bought for me
"Junior Extravaganza" nominal practice - son, I wasn't the only one
I wasn't the only one
Jill said that she was in love with me
But the way she kissed me, I could never have known back then
She saw the bottle, boy, and she left the house with me
I got her drinking - son, I wasn't the only one
I wasn't the only one
On stage in the school cafeteria;
The room is filled with mostly old folks that can't let go
It's hot with bodies, all the chairs and the catacombs
My heart got lazy - son, I wasn't the only one
Look there - there's a girl in a brand new light,
A budding, slutty sort of princess that can't slow down
She took the bottle to the end of the world with me
I left her out there - son, I wasn't the only one
I wasn't the only one
Cloth seats with the stains and the chicken bones;
Huge bed without a toolbox to hold us down
Beneath the stars, you'd think it'd be something beautiful
But it was not the way I pictured it before - she wasn't the only one
Drive home with no music, the windows down
Fingers smell of spit and pussy in the midnight wind
She lied and told me that she's never been touched before
Relativity, I guess - it's such a mess; "What a whore," we say
Cause it's a sin to seek a respite from loneliness;
It ain't God's will that we should all feel alive

And I will convict us all
It's criminal that no one flipped and set the prom on fire
We are the Judases and Pilates and Jesuses;
We are the victims and the murderers of our friends

Zac saw the bra through the window there
Some girls were changing, shall we say, in more ways than one
And some guys were in there, too - we said, Let's all be mature
I said I wouldn't look - I lied; I wasn't the only one
And that guy, he was never all right, you know
So he had it harder once he started to feel that burn
And wasn't it natural how we all made it harder still?
These days he's sedated - son, I wasn't the only one
I wasn't the only one
I swear, I wasn't the only one...