alcohol, sex
these things are the best.
friends, mistakes
just a few things that we'll make.
eternal nights that become Marlboro sunrises
inviting cop cars because we love their spinning lights
in reality we don't want this mayhem
we want anarchy because its like an electric shock rushing through our bodies and reminding us we're still alive
but why would we trade in the shackles of reality for the bars of a prison cell
just give us an alternative hell where our sins are our virtues and our flaws are our what makes our lovers swoon
you don't have to give our generation lessons or advice or pity
just give our generation a break