Maybe when
the nights get old
we can dance through
the streets
as if no lie was ever told.
We will cut our hair lose
dye it the colour of
our pain
Tattoo quotes from the dead,
or the aliens in our brain.
We will set the town on fire,
and leave it ablaze,
driving a long road
and while the night gets old,
our spirits stay young
because as crazy as we are,
we are the generation
of broken ones