the best of trevor

[fluorescent.43]

we're busy now. we smoke, we play around
we stay up to hear the rain turn sour. yeah...
we play, we front, you call me fake
but where's the real me? not here/not for you.
so just take what you get and play,
people move out fast 'round here.
we're busy being heroes,
we're busy finding friends to sleep with,
we were busy then
and we're damn busy now.

we live off gasoline, loose change,
glassy-eyed dreams, and sometimes crack. don't cry,
you're gonna need the salt for your wounds.
we still wait for 11:11 and our mothers,
but we've got the best of dreams and brightest of smiles
to carry us through what's left of today.

you walk on our backs but won't look down,
said us. beauty is wasted on the young, said not-us
but we are the young so we might as well have said it.
yeah- the streets'll cradle us and our parents'll beat us
and our blood'll turn to acid, a grade-a cut of vinegar,
but watch us, we'll find our own beauty
in the destruction of our lives.

words burn easy. you think i can talk
my way out of my life? when i say i'm busy
i'm busy protecting you from the wrath
of our pain and our tears and our lives.
i could put you in this show, you'd need a costume
but we've got plenty lying around.
tickets to the fucked-up lives show are expensive
so i'll treat you, come on in, just for you
if you think we're heroes,
don't fuck with us
don't forget us,
and don't bully me.

[inspired by trevor. also, i know i don't use caps. i know my parents dropped me when i was a baby.]