The everything to prove
Starts bashing in streaming lights
Souls searching for like-minds
A body demanding validation
Fearlessness
When we’re young
Before the sellout
They keep bullying
Grow the fuck up
They will keep
score
of your irresponsibility
The last call
Gets lonely, before often fleeting
Give into
Wasting cells
decades just to bury it
And write the eulogy of arrogant ghosts
When it wanted you, so back the fuck off
To the bashing stream lights
A body demeaning validation
Now fearful
When the loneliness reminds you of your birth
Now you want him
Now you want to be seen
In the begging you just wanted your dick sucked
Everybody was young for a second
Let’s see how you live your age
The middle,
Always disappear when it
Stops being about
Always come back
When it wants
To matter
Ask James Dean
Never mind, that nagger dead
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