Self-Proclaimed Highschool Lovers.

pow pow. bang bang, take the money, keep the change. cant un-lick lips, cant unlock a kiss. blonde girl, pink lips. baby, im a sweetheart now. silent in the room next door, lets go somewhere we can be loud. push a little harder move a little slower. feel the warmth of alocohol. taste the tease of tobacco on a tongue. look at us, we're so grown up so mature so independant you buy your own condoms. your own pot. your own fuel. i sit back and enjoy the ride. we won't even hint in second period. wont even smile during the walk home. how mature we really are.