When things started burning down, I was pretty sure I knew who was doing it
I watched and I waited
I kept my suspicions to myself.
I liked having a secret
They're hard to come by in a tiny little high school
On a tiny little island filled with tiny little minds
It all felt so grown-up and sexy and dangerous
A little thrill going through me each time the police sifted through the ashes
On the eleven o'clock news
I was smarter than them
I had it all figured out
Rehearsing my dramatic press conference daily in third period algebra
I poked around in dark corners
Looking for evidence that would prove me right
I found it
And they found me the next morning, in the smoldering remains of the old post office
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