student years.

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All night spilling drinks in crowded rooms

While we spill our lives for someone’s rules

Laughing till our bodies start to hurt

Moving while we think we dance

Slowly. Lose it chance by chance.

Looking for your silver lighter,

Trust me, I’m supposed to be a writer.

So light me up another smoke

And I might tell you a funny joke.

Going home from parties in the freezing night

Smudged mascara in the morning in the bright daylight.

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Doing homework till 3 am

Constant dirty dishes in the sink

Wash me down the drain with them

To clear all my body’s ink.

Cheap wine and cheap food

Cheap dates and cheap nudes.

Happy meals and happy hours.

Deadly expectations and dead flowers.

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The usual bar that’s just around the corner

Sincere conversations over awful beers

I may be just another stoner

Don’t feed me with your scary fears.

Wild dreams and unlimited desires

Deep kisses and shallow sex.

Heavy eyelids and a burning fire,

Show me the one who’s next.

A cup of coffee on a misty Sunday morning

The earliest cigarette has always a warning.

Waking up to a girl with the most beautiful eyes

Or to a guy who melts you as he smiles

But you still can’t remember his or her name

Though I’m pretty sure you fucked last night not for the fame.

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Missed deadlines and missed people

Failing exams and failing life.

Angry teachers and angry birds

Forgotten numbers and forgotten words.

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Catching trains on dirty stations.

Catching colds on children’s playgrounds.

Going home for holidays.

Going down in mysterious ways.

Making tea for your grandmother

While making breakfast for your grandfather

You’re all alone at home

You’re all I’ve ever known

A child in the body of a sinner

A child preparing the dinner

At your hometown is always fun

At your hometown you hate to see the setting sun.

I love you, but I gotta go.

I love you, but you don’t need to grow.

Live with the fire in your lungs

Live all the songs you wish you’d sung.

Enjoy the time you’re given

or the end may be near;

I promise all your sins will be forgiven

through these wonderful and happy student years.

V.