wildyouth
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He and I make plans to run away together
We talk until we fall asleep every night
We take the clichés and we fix them up real pretty
like they’re ours.
Life seems so long when your young
Youth has a way of smiling on everything
All things hold your attention if even for a moment
Minutes pass by like hours and you cant wait until a new opportunity
We pull up in our truck
beach boys pour out of speakers
our surfboards in back
race to the sound of the waves crash
Surfers gather all around
like the seagulls on the buoys
We are the wild reckless youth
Dismissing any thought to atone
Ignorant to the lessons of couth
We hide amid a collapsing throne
