at the night school knight schoolnyou doodle and you draw anything, anythingnexcept what you're taughtnyou got a bad tooth, bad toothnso you clench your jawnand you concentrate, concentratenon the aching cause it's keeping you awakennforecasters of disasters show proofs that show they're rightnbut you can block out anything ncounting every blink of each florescent lightnin every class on ever single last nightnnthat's rightnnand then the tooth breaks, tooth breaksnyou can bite down on your tounguenand keep a tight smile, tight smilenstitched across on your practiced facenlike it's all stupidly, stupidly rightnand when you take down your notes each nightnand then go back and erase what they saynbecause they say forecasters of disasters want proof that they were rightnthey love to see you learnnbut they'll have to wait for a long, long timenyou can outlast anything nyou can count every blink of each florescent light in every classnon every single last nightnnat the knight school nat the knight schoolnat the night school knight schoolnyou doodle and you draw anything, anythingnexcept what you're taughtnyou got a bad tooth, bad toothnso you clench your jawnand you concentrate, concentratenon the aching cause it's keeping you awake