Teenage

My brat
How could you feel sad
On a warm night
In the springtime

Butterfly
Smoking and looking in the sky
Drinking cold ones
Truly the good times have begun

Instant recalling when the teenage began
Falling asleep on the empty street
Where we used to meet
Somewhere in between
Twelve and seventeen
You told me that time
In the gutter light
Near the quarterpipe
You said "I don't like me"

Ne'er do well
You're ready and I can tell
To shake off your shell
And cast your summer spell

My kiss
Where is the tenderness
We had such a vibe
With our tongues tied

Instant recalling when the teenage began
Falling asleep on the empty street
Near the party scene
No one wants to hear
Existential fear
When the music's loud
Randos all around
As the sunburn fades
With your hate brigade
This is just a phase
That you power through
With guitar and bass
Playing video games
Get a concert tee
In Washington DC
Just do anything
Just survive with me