It’s sinkin’ in
I’ll chase it out
I chase the clouds
And face the wind
And feel it on my bare skin
And sit in all day
On a mattress cozied up
Because, fuck
What am I
Gonna do

Because soon we will be ours too
And what the fuck are we gonna do
Because soon we will be ours too
And what the fuck are we gonna do then?

It’s hatin’ me
I want my half
Fulfilled
I want to be someone else
I want to be three thousand years old
I want to wear my real clothes
Skateboarding down the sidewalk of a lonely neighborhood
Playing Atari with our next door neighbor
Eating too many chips, smoking too many cigarettes and not caring.
Walking while not talking to each other but it isn't awkward.
Walking through crushed soda cans
You’re wearing your plain white tee stained with dirt.

Because soon we will be ours too
And what the fuck are we gonna do
Because soon we will be ours too
And what the fuck are we gonna do then?

trespassing through fence gates as the sun sets
empty playgrounds with hot metal bars and cigarette butts on the gravel ground
lying down on benches near the beach, taking a nap after school hours,
the light pours through your room, on to your messy sheets, on to you, who laid in bed all day
riding an old rusty bike through the town after midnight to empty diners
little flowers growing on the crack of the sidewalk
the feeling of calmness but lingering loneliness
eyes dried with tears
sitting on the middle of the sidewalk, counting the people passing

I saw a horse and it saw me…
(the skate park)
(dream dies in the back of the party)