To see you
Is to face the terrible fear
That you truly did give me
The best days of my life.
The fear
That that really was
The best I will ever have.
That my time is over,
That you were my only chance,
That I will never find anything
So beauitful again.
Shame.
I am still quite young
And have many more days to go.
That really can not be all,
Can it??

Angel dust
And angel lust
Sleeping with false hopes
Of trust
Like coming down
From ecstasy
While the mother
Fades off next to me.
Finger nails
And powder trails
Forgetting about Larry's
Cautionary tails,
Of summers of bare chests
And teenage ***,
Of young flowers
Hung around our necks.
Getting wasted
Being tasted
Growing up so rushed
And hasted.
Like selling out
Our souls to space
Innocence gone
Without a trace.

I need a midnight walk,
With foggy air,
Rock and roll,
And cigarettes.
I was so young.
I don't know why
I did any of those things.
Something about wanting to feel something.
Anything.
But looking back,
I had never felt anything more beautiful.
I need a ride from a stranger,
I need the hope of an out,
Street lights,
Cracked lips and tears,
Anything to feel alive again.

All the boys talk about her
In the locker room.
They talk about her body,
And her lips,
And they all have different stories.
Sometimes I think I've seen a different girl.
The girl I see at school
Seems much different
From the girl in all the stories.
She seems shy
And sad faced daily.
I can't picture her doing all these things.
I can't even picture her at a party.
I ran into her in the hallway once.
She was coming out of the bathroom,
And it looked like she'd been crying.
I smiled at her,
But she turned her face away.
I've never even heard her speak.
But these guys tell a different story.
They love her,
They say,
They love her,
Because she'll try anything once
If you ask her.