16 – a quick lesson in pop-punk

twist my ankles

and scrape my skin

i’m ready to embrace

rough concrete again

.

flip this dusty cap

and taste the frigid wind

the new warning grows

dizzy, i’m spinning

.

sneakers all messed

jeans ripped in stride

that beaten-up plaid

and penny board glide

.

the night’s fast falling

and my youth is fucked

so what’s one more ride?

this town’s got me stuck.

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