R.I.P Linguo

I wait at the science fair
Thought that I would see you there
The grapevine tells me, you're at another school
Thelonius' hands all over you

These fleeting loves of yours
I come to expect

Heard you made plans
To see him again, hold hands
Tear my hair out
In school time, I can follow you about

These fleeting loves of yours
I come to expect
I will find them all
I will break their necks

When you hit High-school
Thelonius won't move