Here's to all the lovesick dilettantes
Telling of lost, broken souls and defiled consecrations
In the bindings of hidden compositions
That will never see the light of day in the transient eyes of lost paramours

Oh, how they ache for one more night of heated embrace
But alas, they're stuck wallowing in the depths of their own melancholy tribulations,
Only to be read by the few fellow dilettantes that pass on their way
And die away in the passed-around hearts of their once beloveds

2 a.m is for...
the angels with bleeding wrists
the misunderstood poets
the dreamers wishing for better luck
the late night dancers slicing skin
the haunted soldiers  
the beaten, broken
outcasts

Late at night we thrive surviving on dreams that never die.

To you we are...
rebels
drunks
self centered *******
lazy
dumb
destructive
trouble makers
criminals
and irresponsible

But really we're...
heart broken
the misfits
young and in love
the dreamers
looking for our place
and most of all misunderstood
accept us
After all we're just
Teenagers.