(As a note to everyone involved in RoomDraw for 2014-2015, this is very much an exaggeration and meant to be funny and certainly not directed at anyone in particular! But be nice to your machine because it is a little stressful.)
The crowd grows loud in Platt tonight every junior can be seen A night full of mass confusion, And it looks like I’m the machine.
The volume's building like this stress buried inside Couldn’t keep it in, you all know I tried
"I want this room, I want that suite" "Sontag's closed and East looks kinda neat" They really should have let me know But there they go
Let it go, let it go Can’t pull the frosh anymore Let it go, let it go Even if they close first floor
I don’t care where they're going to stay Leave them on their own, I just got a mentor pull anyway
It’s funny how some freshmen think they can have it all and the twenty fucking juniors who all want in back hall
(It’s time to see what I can do To test the limits and break through No right, no wrong, no rules for me I’m free)
Let it go, let it go Pull your own goddamn Timesuck Let it go, let it go I just can't give one more fuck
Here I stand room draw spreadsheet in hand But I can't go on
(My power flurries through the air into the ground My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast I’m never going back, The past is in the past)
Let it go, let it go why the fuck is East so small? Let it go, let it go Can we just skip to Funball?
(Here I stand In the light of day) Leave them on their own, I just got a mentor pull anyway