This is how the teens, now adults, Cope with their newfound independence, Overwhelmed by the world and Drunk on their freedom, Here, where minds are warped And time is replaced by the Spinning of your head as Our souls are pulled together in Meaningless, Powerful ways, Only daring to fall into The comfort of one another As poison courses through our veins, Setting our minds safely adrift In the static.
Under the cheap, yellowed lights of Barren apartments and temporary IKEA dorms, Our limbs turn boneless As we submit to the gravity, Unable to stand, Crashing together on torn up couches Threatening to collapse, Reveling in the warmth of each other as Rambunctious laughter bubbles forth, Unbidden, from tired throats as We try in vain to keep the night at bay, Seeking peace beyond reality.