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Changes.
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High School Keep changing.
The things that were your obsession yesterday
no longer fulfill your needs;
you are onto louder, harder things.
Its all fun until you realize
this danger doesn't sustain you anymore,
so you seek it other places,
in his gaze, in the bed and on the floor.
Keep changing,
and you'll stay alive until your time to die.
Soon you will forget why
you came
and gave away your life.
Keep changing.
I run my hands through his long hair,
a foreign feeling, but delicious nonetheless.
He is new and isn't scared,
and I'm terrified, I confess.
But if he don't care then I don't care,
I keep up with the best.
So I'll bring my car and my guitar,
and you take care of the rest.
He is everything I wanted.
I can check off all the things on my list-
he holds me after, he has talent,
and he knows how to kiss.
What more could I get?
Love is something that, for me, does not exist,
and I'm not even that sorry.
He's keeping me awake and on my feet.
I was getting sleepy from always winning.
Now it is a game once more,
and I have something to strive for.
Keep changing.
Once you get familiar with something,
drop it for louder harder beats.
Don't stop moving or you might get cold feet.
Roll. Stay new.
Its still what you came here to do.
