fame is your generation's black plague

head-lights

11-13-16

he pulls up but you're already waiting

an eighteen year old in a shitty van

a friend of a friend of a friend of a fuck

you manage a laugh at something he said

but your mind is on the speed in the backseat

the time has come

he gives you his jacket

the time has come

gotta keep up the habit

you pretend to be angry at something he said

the persona you're creating'll fuck you over in the end

nothing matters until you get that heaven

been waiting all night long

the time has come

you wipe up the tears

the time has come

another one disappears