Do you think that in a couple years we'll make it into the back of history books marked down as the generation that fell apart,
we're all lost, looking for a way home, forgetting that we can build a house out of our own bones but we keep searching for
a lover who'll take us by the hand and give us something to think about in the afternoon when we're stuck in our busy lives
thinking about nothing, you'd think falling down and scraping you knee would hurt most as a child but as we grow up we learn
about the death of a parent and how it feels when your mother is now lying underground and your father threw sand onto her
grave burying her with the rest of the town unlike before how he used to shower her in love and flowers but now the only
flowers she recieves are three days old from people who forgot to come earlier. Do you think they'll hold seminars and
confrences talking about how we were the generation that fu/ked up everything good in the world, how we thought smoking
cigarettes when we were ten years old would make everything all right but were just polluting our bodies and the plants that
we should love, how we're cutting down trees and making paper and books that use 26 letters in the alphabet in millions of
ways; ways that make us want to tear it out, do you think they'll put us on the cover of New York Times and cal us the wasted
youth and romanticize death so we're no longer afraid to die. So they'll kill this generation, taking us down. They'll put us in the
back of history books and tell the next generation not to fu/k up like us. There is nothing pretty about us, we are ugly, we have
scars running along our bodies, unlike those who hide it inside, we want to share it to the world and tell others that hurting yourself
is damn pretty. We aren't pretty, never were and never will be. They'll put us in the back of history books for damn sure, reminding
those that we were the ugliest of them all.