Youth - If You're Still Breathing...

Broken stars and
Broken skin happen
Under the guise of night.

Your youth are filled with tequila ideas
That lurk inside corrupted minds.

We spend our days smiling,
As blue skies whisper our names.
But we spend our nights fighting
Different levels of the same game.

We darken out our eyes,
And pull on inky cloaks
To hide ourselves away,
So that no one really knows
We're relapsing again.

Young tongues slur
Their words,
Through gritted teeth and
Hate filled eyes,
With minds drowning in
Icy water, until the loathing dies.

A generation of non conformists
A generation hiding scars,
Your beautifully broken youth,
Want to frolic between cars.