Once we were children
wandering in the woods without a care
drinking milk and playing pretend
the world was bright and beautiful
and the people we loved were always there
and the only thing we were scared of was the dark
and my father walked out of my life
and I let him.
Then we were teenagers
frequenting the bowling alley Friday night
chugging monster and shooting pool
the world felt a little colder
and the people we loved were slitting their wrists
and everyone was so afraid of growing up
and a boy put his hand in my pants
and I let him.
Now we are shaky adults
haunting local bars and frat basements
sipping whiskey and smoking joints
the world is a horrible place
and the people we love are never coming back
and we've seen all there is to fear
and all the boys want to **** me
and sometimes I let them.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
Once we were children
wandering in the woods without a care
drinking milk and playing pretend
the world was bright and beautiful
and the people we loved were always there
and the only thing we were scared of was the dark
and my father walked out of my life
and I let him.
Then we were teenagers
frequenting the bowling alley Friday night
chugging monster and shooting pool
the world felt a little colder
and the people we loved were slitting their wrists
and everyone was so afraid of growing up
and a boy put his hand in my pants
and I let him.
Now we are shaky adults
haunting local bars and frat basements
sipping whiskey and smoking joints
the world is a horrible place
and the people we love are never coming back
and we've seen all there is to fear
and all the boys want to **** me
and sometimes I let them.
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