I want to do things
Bad things;
Incredibly illegal things
That many look down upon
And reasons why friends leave you

I want to do things that'll label me,
Things that'll **** me quicker than I'm already dying
And things that could get me in trouble if I'm caught

I want to do unspeakable things
I want to sneak out,
Running around with random strangers in the night
Shaking from the thrill and fear

Sipping Angry Orchard and smoking blunts
My lips dance in sync with others
While hands roam;
I want to be daring,
I want to act dangerous,
I want to feel alive...