for my boy-friends.

.

we're the runaways kid
with bullet-holes through our heart
and a fresh tear on our jeans
(they tell us we're nothing)

we're the kids who lost their
minds
singing the song from the 80s
and laugh about absolute
nonsense
(they tell us we're hopeless)

we're the kids that's not afraid to
get hurt
and dream big
and when they tell us we're
not going to
make it

we'll show them

.