Stay off the sadness,
Stay off the tears,
Just walk into school,
And forget your fears
About other people's opinions,
And other people's words

Keep off the spotlight,
You'll keep off the hate,
You could do it so much better,
Just with you and a mate,
Don't be afraid of being alone,
It only needs a friend,
Just to make it your own

Underneath the library stairs, we were happy
Underneath the library stairs, we were content
And even in the corner next to the squash courts,
We were the world,
Thursday afternoons spent on the rooftops,
You were the world to me

Don't make a list of who's your friend or your foe,
Cause progress will be made if you just let it all go,
It looks a bit more stylish if you get drunk on beer,
But it doesn't really matter if you're quoting Shakespeare
With the blood of your brother and the blood of your friend
And whatever you do, just never call it the end,
Cause a year later, you'll regret it, as I do

Underneath the library stairs, we were happy
Underneath the library stairs, we were content
And even in the corner next to the squash courts,
We were the world,
Thursday afternoons spent on the rooftops,
You were the world to me

You've moved on, I have not,
I'm sitting here, thinking of what,
To do but live inside my memory,
I'm tired of being what, what I'm meant to be
This situation's getting too awkward to stand,
So I'll cover it all up with my old wristband
(Which incidentally is quite mud-stained)

Underneath the library stairs, we were happy
Underneath the library stairs, we were content
And even in the corner next to the squash courts,
We were the world,
Thursday afternoons spent on the rooftops,
You were the world to me