i want to star in a pop-punk song with you.
let's leave this nowhere town where nothing
ever happens to make our hearts race,
take your father's car without him knowing
and just drive to wherever the lights
of the big city lead us.
let's compare notes on pairs of doc martens,
drink cheap beer on a rickety fire escape
lightyears away from our parents' eyes.
we can look out at the chicago horizon
hearts bright with eyes like stained glass
and forget our suburban ghosts.
you'll tell me about the girl you left behind
to pick up every single broken piece of you
and i can confess my navy blue sins
cruel acts as dark as the urban skyline
your eyes will never change, the silver
stars on my life's canvas.
A/N: New anthology! With a consistent theme! I'm as shocked as you guys are. Anyways, this was basically me just being unabashedly emo and embracing the Pop-Punk Aesthetic™.
