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Forgotten virtues remain like ink stains
painted on parchment skin
Our childhood was a bedtime story sin
We wrecked rooftops and when the proof dropped
We ran from blue cops until our shoes stopped
on the front porch
Remember when we were crazy?
Before s**t hit the fan
Before real life and the baby
We would play music like we knew how to
awkwardly plucking strings of infinity
Desperately trying to learn the chord for eternal Youth
and making the neighbors wish the walls were soundproof
I miss grass stains and growing pains
sitting around for hours
never saying a word cuz each knew what the other had to say
Those were the days
Back when our definition of "Play"
involved pretending we were Dorian Gray
I'd give everything away just to be there again
Popping pills, snorting coke, and drinking
because we were Invincible
Indivisible
Perfect clones of each other
I still remember that night when your mother...
brought a gun to her head
I remember that... somehow... we still made each other laugh
Which is exactly what she would've wanted
Rancid songs narrated our lives back then
The world was our playpen
And we would walk for miles with no destination
we laughed for hours with no hesitation
sticking our fingertips into cracks in the sidewalk
and prying open portals to Universes where we weren't just lonely
but white lines on mirrors turned to dark circles under eyes
our vagabond lives caught up with us in time
and suddenly we woke up, 18 and tired
wondering if it was really just a dream
Begging to go back to 14
to 2007
When we wrecked rooftops and when the proof dropped
We ran from blue cops until our shoes stopped
on the front porch
We'd pass out then come back for more
Never bored with lazy summer days, see, we had it made
No class, just action, barred teeth and passion
And no one knew a thing about us because they weren't askin
We were just abandoned and dirty
May as well be called orphans
Street walkers flirting with Death
out of breath but not luck
we didn't give a flyin ********
when we wandered barefoot to the next adventure
But nowadays we just cling to the past
Our attempts at conversation are nice, but never last
I just miss 2007
When we wrecked rooftops and when the proof dropped
We ran from blue cops until our shoes stopped
on your front porch
- by SilvertongueSagittarius |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/09/2011 |
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- Title: 2007
- Artist: SilvertongueSagittarius
- Description: NaPoWriMo has got me writing again, thankfully. This one's about my closet friend and myself. And... It's under 3min so i can use it for competitions. Sweet!
- Date: 04/09/2011
- Tags: freindship teen drugs youth police
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