Kids

Forget the loudest love songs we sang under your attic

They always felt too quiet

We should scream until the police shriek, "Hold it down"

We'll tell them, "Yeah, alright" then bang the amplifiers

We're not violent, we're just some dumb kids getting wasted and knowing we're alive

There is anger, but it is just, it is power

The kids are still alright

We're just too high to fight

And it's brave to be polite

And to wear fake leather

So, I carved your name in mine

And I thought all about how we stumble around

Until gravity sleeps and you slip and fall into me