Blue and green, throwing punches everywhere.
I got a bruise on my cheek where Sally kissed me the other night.
Roughing it up has always been my style, though,
So I don't mind.
(and it was kind of sweet, too, the way her lips were insincere).
Jay told me to watch my back,
But I never thought about looking over my shoulder
Until the first punch struck,
And the lights burst open in my head, and I knew I was wrong again.
But it's okay,
I'm used to making mistakes.
Sad thing is, I never seem to learn.
haha, I had the sudden urge to write about punky high school kids.