they say that time is money
going bankrupt on you, honey
i might have to pull a loan, maybe
you got me going broke, baby
sorry, i'm broke(n)
sorry, we're broke(n)

I wanna die before I'm old.
I wanna chop off all my hair and dye it pink.
I wanna live in LA and go to art school.
I want the American dream that no one sees.
I wanna do dumb things with people I just met.
I wanna be a musician and play at bars with my band.
I wanna go to the beach at midnight and dance.
I wanna live while I can.
I wanna make it through the night.

The death of a sophomore.
Pull up by the side door.
You get what you ask for.
Guns in the bottom drawer.
****** floors in the drugstore.
A life for an even score.
A ****** at 5'4".
The drug lord of a drug war.

We're high enough without the drugs
So teach me how to forget you
'Cause I don't know how to forget you
Please just help me to forget you
All I want is to forget you
I swear.
Those five words buried deep within ourselves.
We paraphrase our hearts.
We summarize our feelings.
I'd never let you go because
I never loved you.
And that's the way it has to be.
The way it is.
From the last time to the first.

we built empires in our minds that no one else could inhabit
we had never seen the world that's outside of our walls
we hadn't ever let go of anything that we created
we couldn't have controlled ourselves after
we started something that wouldn't end
we hadn't had the chance to run
we were running out of time
we hadn't had any options
we were afraid of what
we had become
but after all...
we tried being what
we weren't and all that
we thought that we wanted
we slow danced in mcdonald's
we explored abandoned buildings
we had photo shoots in parking lots
we stargazed on the hood of your vintage car
we lived as much as we could because we knew
we wouldn't last much longer than the last ones but
we were at least willing to try and love before we ended

I swear I hate you.
I don't love you, too.
Amen.
Beyonce to the Black Parade.
Friendships badly custom-made.
Amen.
Empty walls and a mirror.
Lies've never seemed clearer.
Amen.
Lipstick and split ends.
Broken bottles and fake friends.
Amen.
A m e n.

We blew up over
Bomb Pops.
The red, white, and blue kind.
Our tears pooled while in
Swimming pools.
The chlorine kind.