Later Teens

Getting drunk and high in parking lots
Who gives a fuck? We'll out run the cops
Late night blunts in Eisenhower Park
In between meth heads and mini-trucks
The irrational sense of invincibility
As I graduate from my later teens
Losing my shit while I grind my teeth
Realize the acid's fake as it hits me

I still think my friends are still my friends
Even though I haven't spoken to them

Smoking bowls in an alleyway
Behind a Stop and Shop with my best friends
Listening to "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" all summer
Now I'm drinking forties at Gulf Beach
Smashing bottles against the concrete
My ex is here, they hate my guts
Rightfully so, it's whatever

But I still think my friends are still my friends
Even though I haven't spoken to them



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Writer(s): Julian Michaels
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