​teen age bed room

Sitting on the floor in my room
Thought you’d stay in
One more night right here’d have us saying
"i think about being more," and fading
Cold feet scratch against the new pavement
Stare at the mirror til we lose our faces
Goth, punk, rock in our favorite playlist
No such thing as a bad day
Two numb hands in the backroom painting
Just two friends in the bathroom playing
Black lights on and i get afraid
I dance too much in a different way
But not so soon we still have today