Arrogant boy, when will you ever learn?
That this world is not made up of roses and thorns
Sometimes the blossoms wilt but the weeds will remain
Waiting for a chance to stick briers in your name
You can stop chasing good girls by their hourglass hips
And bringing more rounds of vodka and shotgun to your lips
You can stop using your arms as a substitute ashtray
Or your skin as ivory to carve out sculptures in scarlet clay
And all your best friends that proclaim they’re sincere
Draw insults behind your back and say it’s good fun and fair
They don’t have time for drama, but get front row seats
When you’re deep in the mess, entangled in bullshit
Your smile is bleeding out, teeth scattered on the sidewalk
“Good one, guys” you say, but they never want to talk
Your eyes don’t need fists to be darker than they already are
The lack of sleep does that, when you have come home from war
You read the daily newspapers to know about everything else
Trying to care about them, when you don’t know anything about yourself
You give up your seat for others, thinking it’s an act of selflessness
When in reality, you just hate yourself to much to deserve any duress
And you think that you’re happy, but you’re just distracted
Choosing to admire the vivid carnage when you have self-destructed
Because it’s all the same to you, and it just doesn’t matter whether
Your life gets blown apart mile-high or moves inch by inch like a feather
Blind boy, when will you see that they’re all laughing at you?
Your youth is too old to pursue the optimism of a hard-knock truth
When can you draw the broken line between a break-up and a breakdown?
When will you stop trying to swim and simply let yourself drown?
Ignorant boy, don’t be sorry for believing the lies, but will you ever even learn
That this dismal, ravaged wreck of a world will turn and turn and turn
No matter how much you stumble, trip, and cry on your faded hand-me-down shirt
Time won’t stop, your friends won’t care, your wounds will still bleed and burn
You can scream but no one will listen; foolish boy, don’t you see you’re not much worth?