KIDS.

Sunday morning and we can't find drugs

Skate behind the turnpike everybody's wakin' up

Next to the bus stop cause it's summer now

And fuck the graduation cause we can't wait to get out

Of high school and the balance bell

But sometimes cindy sees me after lunch come down the hall

Yeah fuck this hometown as we smoke on by

Don't tell us what to do we know that every single thing's a lie

And now it's midnight and the kids are drunk

Bike's along the pavement smashing bottles like we're dumb

Find a party cause it's friday night

The last time I saw cindy on the back porch in the light

Till the morning cause we stay awake

And pass out on the rooftop till the cops chase us away

Yeah I'm so done brother can you tell

We'll stay like this forever man what's the point of anything else