Eulogy For An Adolescence Shattered Against Elliot Street Pavement Heres To Being Young

Ramshackle Glory - Eulogy for an adolescence shattered against Elliot Street Pavement(here's to being young!)

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Here's to the knives in your pockets,

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the gun in your trunk, the years it's been since we weren't drunk. 

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The neighbor shirtless, face-down on the lawn. 

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Here's to the BB gun holes in the wall, the burnt tin foil in the hall. 

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The weeks I've spent in bed since you were gone. 

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Here's to shitting my pants downtown when the dealer's late, stumbling home to the feds at the front gate, 

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sleeping behind the school when the landlord comes. Here's to being young.

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I hope I die before I get old. Hell, I just hope I die before the spoon gets cold. 

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Sing it with me now, while we've still got our lungs: Here's to being young.


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Buy whipped cream on EBT and huff it in the dark with me. There's a bill on the table,

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 but I don't recognize the name.

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We just came for a good time. It's listerine, but it tastes fine, or at least it did last time you got

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the shakes.

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Here's to running out the grocery store with a thirty pack, punching the cashier that wants it
 
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back, booking it out of there before the police come.

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Here's to being young. I hope I die before I get old.

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 Hell, I just hope I die. 

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Blah, blah, blah. Sing it with me now,

convince me this is fun: Here's to being young.


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