As i lay in bed, i think of my generation
Pondering what they are getting themselves into
Red faced, with breath that stings of alcohol
Watching each other like detectives
From across crowded dance floors
Girls concealing their age with concealer
Guys staring away at monotonous sports highlights
Giving thier two cents when no one keeps their pennies
Hoping for love at first sight
They waited all week to learn about each others bodies
They slaved 40 hours to tip "their" bartender
And listen to the pop songs
That they cannot stand
But sing when no one is listening
"AND YOU MIGHT SLEEP BUT YOU'LL NEVER DREAM"
My skin feels elastic as my body yurns for ovaltine
My brittle bones ache for calicum
In and out my eyes struggle to stay open like a broken shade
Use to giving in to these urges of holding my pillow like a lost love
I dream of a far away girl and a morning cup of coffee
"ONWARD PROGRESS OR SO IT SEEMS"
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