The dangers of being in class while in a broken relationship

Songs start to buzz out the lovely monotone of the professor, and voila!  A poem made out of a stew of song lyrics that seemingly come out of nowhere.  And the songs keep playing in the background, making the professor less and less interesting, no matter what he's talking about.

I’m the hero of this story I don’t need to be saved.

And my loneliness ain’t killing me no more,

Because I’m stronger than yesterday

And feelin groovy.

I don’t want somebody to try and find me

I’ve been here before and I’m locking the door

And I will survive.

And this long line of cars will never have an end, but

Because the sun is high, it blows my mind

So I’ll move along just to make it through

You’re just another brick in the wall

And I stand alone, but

I get by with a little help from my friends

A killer queen, with dynamite and a laser beam

Too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts

And that that don’t kill me will only make me stronger

And that’s alright by me.

And yes.  Some are ambiguous lines, occurring in many songs rather than one; that makes them that much stronger. Pillars, if you will.

Kind of like friends.  My Beatles are a phone call or tea date away, and we'll harmonize together in incredible ways.  Oh, I get high with a little help from my friends, but not in the way you think.

We'll take the high road and coast, laughing at the slow road below while the sun and wind whips our brightly dyed hair around.

Which reminds me.  I've got to get on this hair dye thing.