Monday, November 23, 2009

We're only seventeen (and goin nowhere fast)

It's fucking cold outside
I can see my icy breath
float slowly to the ground
And yea I've got a coat
but there's a steady breeze
and I can hear the sound
of rules around me
always running
from the hounds and
it's so damn hard
to light a jack
when the wind is blowing
and the sky is snowing
just need my board
and some room
'cause I'll skate that shit
till the cops come
or till you get your jack lit
one left in your pack
you need the niccotine
and the warmth you lack
but hey,
we're only seventeen
and we're goin nowhere fast

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