Remember when we were fifteen?
And we’d stay out all night
And write our names on stop signs
And lay down in the car lanes
And pick all the tulips outta the park
And drink wayyy too much Rock Star
And yell “FUCK THIS!” And “FUCK THAT!”
And jump off the swing sets.
Remember our matching outfits?
Our skinny jeans, beanie hats,
Bandanas in our back pockets,
Key chains dangle from our hips,
High tops cover our feet.
Basketball shoes look so street.
We thought we were SO punk
With our hair all messed the fuck up.
Remember all those punk boys?
All Mohawks and skateboards.
Remember all our earrings?
All gold chains and handcuffs.
Remember texting friends who
Were stuck inside, nothin’ to do?
While we were out being young,
Having fun, breaking shit up
And being hXc sXe
With X’s on both our hands.
Remember when we were friends?
We were like the same person.
