Grad me footless,
World class; fruitless,
Jumping backwards,
Three steps; bootless.
Call me stupid,
Call me smart.
Call me funny,
Fire for the dead head-start.
Breaking windows,
Crashing cars;
Wasting nights,
In dead-end bars.
Losing grip,
Of jaded souls;
Ditching all our,
Larger goals.
Flying solo,
Through the void;
Running low,
On blood-steroid.
Washing freshmen,
Clean of youth;
It hurts, I know,
Like sugared- tooth.
Growing up,
Is tough, it seems;
But through the thick,
A bright light gleams.
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 9:55 PM UTC
Grad me footless,
World class; fruitless,
Jumping backwards,
Three steps; bootless.
Call me stupid,
Call me smart.
Call me funny,
Fire for the dead head-start.
Breaking windows,
Crashing cars;
Wasting nights,
In dead-end bars.
Losing grip,
Of jaded souls;
Ditching all our,
Larger goals.
Flying solo,
Through the void;
Running low,
On blood-steroid.
Washing freshmen,
Clean of youth;
It hurts, I know,
Like sugared- tooth.
Growing up,
Is tough, it seems;
But through the thick,
A bright light gleams.
