A time for dying your hair too much,
where regular heartache is expected
and you don’t believe in limits.
You go kind of crazy in the summer
because moments never end
until you find yourself sitting back in class.
Sneaking bottles of Boone’s on the weekend
and feeling the crushing weight,
waiting for some mysterious future.
You fall in love promiscuously
because your eyeliner will never be thicker
and you’re anxious to prove you’re alive.
Experimentation is the road to finding yourself
or at least that’s how you rationalize
the blackouts and the boys.
The best years of your life
slipping past in a haze of recreational smoke
Nostalgia will color these years.