young love
listening to whiny music
taking every chance
making out at every opportunity
backseat retribution for being born
must get done before dad gets back
car rocking
twelve years old never seemed so 
obscene
divine
translucent--
every beginning leading to insanity
groping madness in a buick
life never seemed so great until i woke up
youth wasn't something to wish for
youth was what was on the agenda
propogation of bored ideals wasn't
looking back i wonder what happened to her
she's probably dead
she's probably forgotten
she's probably someone else
i still remember
if she's still around
maybe she does too
that mediocre night at a car wash
that mediocre melody
that mediocre love
that mediocre age