Hey Mr. Blissfully ignorant
You're living the life, aren't you dear?
That shagged hair hasn't done you wrong
Those tortured eyes
Your tortured friends have taught you well
That simplicity is nonexistant in this world
of teenage angst and unrelatable spirits.
How's independence going
when it's putting you on a leash
in a line towards the hypocritical masses
all trying independence
just. like. you.
It sounds great, it always has
to those unbiased ears of yours
that have really gotten you far
Haven't they?
Or maybe this whole thing is turning
and the torture is real
and the independence is bounded
and the price is too much to endure
but you can't escape, can you?
It's much too late for your doey face.
Just let me hold it in my hands
one last time before you pull the reigns
and our mistakable history vanishes.
You could've been good, you know.