I edited/re-wrote these for my friend Chris (RIP)...this was the first song we ever wrote together, and I still think it kicks ass...I just felt like sharing. Hope y'all enjoy 
Queen of the In-Crowd
Can you see her
Staring out the window
With her tears
Drying as the wind blows
Don't you wonder
How she can hide it
When her smile
Somehow denies it
In God's rain
She dances around
Whimsical with emotion
With emotion
She blinks in a photograph
All the heads in the classroom turn
And laugh
I wonder how much she complains
She's alone now
Not enough attention
No people around
To give pedestal glances
And she misses them
She misses them kindly
So she goes out
To try and find me
She blinks in a photograph
All the heads in the classroom turn
And laugh
I wonder how much she can take
But don't you forget about
One pass of the bong
She becomes
The queen of the in-crowd
Well, I wonder
how much she complains
And I wonder
how much she can take.
Queen of the In-Crowd
Can you see her
Staring out the window
With her tears
Drying as the wind blows
Don't you wonder
How she can hide it
When her smile
Somehow denies it
In God's rain
She dances around
Whimsical with emotion
With emotion
She blinks in a photograph
All the heads in the classroom turn
And laugh
I wonder how much she complains
She's alone now
Not enough attention
No people around
To give pedestal glances
And she misses them
She misses them kindly
So she goes out
To try and find me
She blinks in a photograph
All the heads in the classroom turn
And laugh
I wonder how much she can take
But don't you forget about
One pass of the bong
She becomes
The queen of the in-crowd
Well, I wonder
how much she complains
And I wonder
how much she can take.
