Coming of Age

My Teen Angst BS Has a Body Count

I always hated this AP lit class,
Clock is ticking on the wall, I can sense sweet freedom at last.
Ring, ring, there goes the ding,
I can finally be me, darling.
I'm walking down the halls of this humbled hellhole,
There's the goths, probably reading some dark, twisted Poe.
To my left we can see the ones with precocious prep,
Wish I could find them a cliff, just take one step.
I might sound harsh and maybe I am,
Fuck me gently with a chainsaw,
I don't care if I seem unlikable.
People think it's all about the glitz and glam,
It's like I keep staring into a mirror,
Most of these people are identical.
How kind of you to look my way,
I just want the world to go away.
Just one day, all alone in solitary,
That would be a day spent perfectly.

Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.
So, why do you keep inflicting it upon me?
I wonder, and have done so for many years,
What's your damage? What's with all the tears?
I'm coming of age, just like you are,
I just wanna say, that all you'll ever be is a scar.
Real life sucks losers dry, if you want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn how to fly.
Take my advice and run with it,
No more questions, do not ask,
I know I look like hell,
I just got back.

I just killed my best friend and my worst enemy,
Pay your respects, in memory of me.
I say this in the most poetic manner,
The extreme always seems to make an impression,
But I still haven't learned my lesson.
I know I look like hell but I am feeling like I'm beginning again.
Wherever my twentysomethings will take me,
I hope and I dream that they're somewhat easy.
Thanks for my teenage angst,
Thanks for my teenage angst.
All I did and all I ever will do,
Has been because of you.
All I did and all I ever will do,
Has been because of you.

I was once the king of everything,
But I lost sight of what truly mattered, and I lived a life, burdened by regretting,
Regretting how I treated you,
Regretting how I lied to you.
So, I promise to put that crown back on my head,
And make everything up to you, even if it leads to my end.
I loved being king and I loved the way I felt,
But, after everything, it's time to see what comes next.
The butterflies are flying around my bedroom so late at night,
And I feel a change is in sight.
From pauper to prince,
I don't know what comes after this.
I killed off many versions of myself as a teen,
I didn't think much of it, they were all new versions of me.
But, I realize, my teen angst bullshit has a body count,
And I know for a fact, without a doubt,
That one day, the numbers will rise,
And I... well, I guess that's where the mystery lies...