I still remember the way my stomach flipped when I first saw her. I tried so hard to keep it cool, but goddamnit she was beautiful.
I’m the type of girlfriend that loves clingy. You can’t sleep at 3 am, maybe 4? That’s okay, call me. I don’t mind if you wake me up. You’re never annoying to me, no matter how many times you call or text me. I love it. I love that you care so much.
HOW DID YOU GET SO MANY NOTESIt just happened
We’re teenagers and we like fast cars,
with music so loud it moves the city.
We need love now,
and we want it hard on the mouth,
and bruises down the neck.
We’re young and we don’t know what we’re doing.
We spend our nights being someone else,
only to forget who we were the next morning.
We hold each others shaking hands as we figure out
if our mistakes are bigger than we planned,
but we leave the room with our head held high,
and the heels of our feet clicking the sidewalk.
We’re the wasted generation,
because we don’t ‘live in the moment,’
We have to be updating everyone on what we’re doing,
who we’re with,
when we’re leaving.
We do this because one day we’re going to forget,
so why can’t we remember now?
We’re loud at the worst times,
but as soon as you need an answer out of us,
‘How was your day?
Is everything okay at home?
Do you need any help?’
our mouths clamp shut,
and our eyes bat as we nod our lying heads,
and force a plastered smile onto our faces.
We’d rather carve what’s wrong into our skin,
than have to ask for help from somebody else.
We’re the ones who are well behaved in school,
but as soon as the curtain of night time approaches,
it’s thigh to thigh,
lip to drunken lip,
intertwined with sadness and angst.
‘Kiss me until I’m numb,
kiss me until I forget my name,
kiss me kiss me kiss me.’
We’re the ones your mother never bothered warning you about.
Too quiet to cause trouble,
not quiet enough to have issues.
Even though the screams bottled inside of us
are louder than any amplifier we plug in to drown out our issues.
Don’t worry it’s just a cat scratch,
don’t worry I just tripped down the stairs.
We’re just teenagers and we like fast cars.
We’re just young and we don’t know what we’re doing.
We’re just the wasted generation.