We're moving in in March or so
And although you bring me to tears
I'm glad that we gave it a go
High school in Jakarta, American summer
Had no chance against the Marxist girl with marijuana
I was your piñata, she was a star-charter
Glad she gave it to you real hard, but I loved you harder
High school in Jakarta, I won't but I wanna
Ask you when you talk about it do I ever come up?
Say thanks to your mama, now we're through
Could've ended different, then again we went to high school in Jakarta