My turn to scream,
To yell at the top of my lungs
Turned a white colour red
Out of stupidity but that is what youth does
Forget about chasing legends
And follow shallow dreams
In mid thigh tight skin dresses
Remember the shirt stain lipstick

I tell you, when the night is young
At one in the morning
My blood sing with the stars
My skin becomes the sun
I look forward to tomorrow with
blurred memories leading up to it.
See what it is, I can’t have my love yet

With these eyes lined with charcoal
Who’s to say my friends aren’t imaginary
I hear a story starting to form
Remember too, what its like
To smile at death, forget its meaning
How lovely it is to have your ******* firm
Time standing still during the day
Only the night bringing you life, oh I’m there

I hear you wanted to see me
About my age adding up to some years
Not while I can still go a week without sleep, I say
That is my big talent you know
Telling lies about myself
Who’s sob story will I tell next
My turn to shout, I say
To yell at the top of my lungs
I am here with a camera,
About to sell another life, rumbles of youth.