As though
we can't take back
what we missed
As though
we are blind
to hell's deceit
We are too young—
too reckless
too vague
As though
we are fools
in a night of revelry
As though
we are dead
in the eyes of sanity
We are too bright—
too blithe
too rich
As though
we don't have
a future ahead
As though
we never think
of the things we said
Because
we are too spry
too boon
too much
too wild
—too young