Starry-eyed teens
With cigarettes in hand
Jumping fences on late night adventures

And calloused fingers grasping for empty hearts
Hands collide against each other
And breaths are taken with light kisses

Music blaring and alcohol pouring down the throats of delinquent teens
Attempting to escape their past

Running around barefoot
Cutting up the skin like they'd do when they're alone in their rooms
Rushing away from responsibilities

Everything is a mess, my dearest

Hurrying through fields like deer running from a man with gun in hand
Leaving hope behind because life too much to handle