when I was the happiest
I found a glimpse of true friendship
in sparklers and smoke bombs
driving to the town over
to stand in the dark
blasting out our ear drums
I had never had anything like that
before
the days were long
into the night
when I sat on the top of the hill
where my life began
where I thought it ended
the place I gave my heart away twice
I pushed the seat down
and blared the music
I cried for something better
than this
if I only knew
I'd been having fun all along
it was all just a game
I had liked to play too much
until 2 years too late
I sat in an empty apartment
messing the floor with ribbons of red
coming from my wrists
they should have been at my sides
next to the boy whose fingers
were broken
and I held them in mine
and told him
his hands looked like me