You said it was a boy that bears your name,
But eighteen’s a man.
I know everything they know.
Yes I’ll bear your name,
Yes I’ll wear that, crown.
Heavy lies that thing,
I know.
I will dance by myself atop my early grave,
So come on mother fuckers.

Here in the sun,
There’s only fifteen minutes of fun.
Hope we tan and,
Hope we can burn up.
And I will stare at the eclipse just to believe it,
So what?
Hope we tan and,
Hope we can burn up.

(Source: viceslikecarter)