Hiding With Boys

Overtired/overthink
Club nights and cheap drinks
Do you ever think of me the way I think about you?
Lately I’m on the brink
I stand up and slowly sink into the pavement below
If I ever die I’ll have someone let you know, it was all your fault

Hiding with the boys in your bedroom
Hiding the evidence of dying youth under cigarettes and stale perfume

Approaching midnight in teenage twilight
Black hair and skinny jeans alert your parent’s porch light
Oh, when we met last spring we had such a pretty thing
We fade like a Polaroid
I’m all things you were taught to avoid

I’m clothes you never wear, I’m yours but you don’t care

Lie on your bed, lie through your teeth
Lie on your bed, lie to me

Loving you is killing me