and it's not fair because, we are much too young to know what this feels like

[luh_luh_love]

and isn't it funny
isn't it sad
that we look back on those nights now
holding back each other's hair
vomiting over countless railings and windows, parkinglots
shut up tight sobbing in the cars of our friends
while the parties stayed close stayed alive outside
hungover watching static on the tv
our badly broken hearts
wake up and someone has covered you
with a blanket of snow
we look back on those nights now
and think

those were good times.

and if in a year from now, if in six months from now, three months from now
i look back on these nights now
lights blurred through tears and whiskey
alone in the backseat of a fast moving car
waking up in cities we don't know
spring 2006
pneumonia
jealousy
numbness
self loathing and
apathy that we still haven't managed to escape
despite everything we know
and like children we still have hope
if i look back on these nights now
and think that these were good times

well then i don't really want to live another year
another six months
another three months.