Straight Edge High

She’s still ripping into the eighties

Neon stilettos grooving down your

Chic city sidewalk

All covered in streetlamp skirts

And pulsing with the energy of the young

The kids who have been broken

And are taking joy in fixing themselves

Day by windy day

On these lakes so great

That we live in our jackets

And have to get creative

when it comes to keeping toasty

And these kids love the faux glam

Your attention starved slang

Gaudy gold dissolving next to highs

Sighs like the wind

(The wind I mentioned earlier,

You know, the one who never sleeps)

They say we’re too wrapped up in the words

Our own feelings

But we’re just trying to work out our insides

Because it took you so long

To stop bruising the outside

Those bruises are the reasons she needs you

Clings like a bad hangover

To your every swerve

Shivers when you hit her every nerve

You’re the only satisfaction she can get anymore

The only drug that calms her down

Slakes her ever present lust

Numbs her lips like Novocain

Knocks her out like heroin

So, she keep jiving down this sidewalk

In her neon stilettos

Mouthing the words you built her arsenal with

Ignoring the stares

And hoping that the next time she has bruises

They’ll be from you