times change people don't

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what used to be capri suns
now alcohol in plastic cups
my friends turned into smoke machines
just like the ones on halloween
only with their clouds of nicotine
inhaled until their minds are freed
three years until they turn eighteen

deranged

oh mom how times have changed

and the boys?
the boys we've known since kindergarten
the ones you thought had good intentions
the boys you hoped that I would mention
stoned until they're rock formations
finding one more girl to take in
what the hell is love to them

anyway

oh mom I really wish that he stayed

-times change people don't

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