Eulogy for an Adolescence Shattered Against Elliot St. Pavement (Here’s To Being Young!)

Here's to the knives in your pockets, the gun in your trunk
The years it's been since we weren't drunk
The neighbor shirtless, face-down on the lawn
Here's to the BB gun holes in the wall
The burnt tin foil in the hall
The weeks I've spent in bed since you were gone
Here's to shitting my pants downtown when the dealer's late
Stumbling home, the feds in the front gate
Sleeping behind the school when the landlord comes
Here's to being young

I hope I die before I get old
Hell, I just hope I die before the spoon gets cold
Sing it with me now while we've still got our lungs
Here's to being young

Buy whipped cream on EBT
And huff it in the dark with me
There's a bill on the table but I don't recognize the name
We just came for a good time
It's Listerine but it tastes fine
Or at least it did last time you got the shakes
Here's to running out the grocery store with a thirty pack
Punching the cashier that wants it back
Booking it out of there before the police comes
Here's to being young

I hope I die before I get old
Hell, I just hope I die
Blah blah blah, sing it with me now
Convince me this is fun
Here's to being young