18 years old But what is there to live for? Books and school Hooking up with some tool Don’t call me back, I’d rather smoke a whole pack. Pillow talk and snorting chalk Chipped nails and looking pale The years of our lives Spent in ****** bar dives No one gets what it means Everyone’s obsessed with screens Behind closed doors, We’re all little ******. Tongues pressed in cheeks, Just give me a little peak. ****** bands and recycling beer cans Run away with me, just know that it’s not free But trust me it’s worth your time Don’t you think that I’m a dime? Sleeping in unwashed sheets Let’s walk the midnight streets We’ll be alright if you hold me tight Funny thing is I’ll do it all over again tomorrow night