i told you so

we are laughing at each other,
how far we have come in our undoing.

the politics of getting old are lost on us,
we're too busy having fun.
we're losing peices of ourself all over town,
loving things we shouldn't just so we have something to remember,
loving things we shouldn't just so we know what if feels like to love.

our old friends pity us,
their eyes don't see pink, or any shade near it, when they look at us,
when we look at them it just reminds us to thank god we left that behind.

look, look how far we've come!
it's like night and day,
the difference between a girl who doesn't know how to hold a tube of lipstick and the one who can move her body with such confidence that men lust,
and we are supposed to believe we've done something wrong?

i look at the world reflected in eyes that have never known such happiness,
razor blades that are only used to shave legs,
the idea of tomorrow that you only want to put off so you can enjoy today more,
and i think;
i'd rather fear death, than spend a life waiting to die.

(i want the perfect line to end this..)