teenage years. grownup fears. everyone knows who we are. where we’re from, and what we face. we lose our place in outer space. its hard to remember, in the heat of december, that we’re from mars. from hotel bars. we’ve got bruising scars, and speeding cars. we fuck the stars, to heal the scars. but they seem to bleed, at the speed of the cars. they never fade, its just a game we play. to keep the time, as we lose our minds. which were never there, because they never cared. just like the stars, and the hotel bars. and the emptiness in those speeding cars. we’re all alone in outer space. we’re so detached from the human race. ever-young, blackened lungs, quick like the trigger of a loaded gun. we’ve lost the games we tried to wager, lost your number in a sea of pagers. lost your face at last nights rager. we love you now, but thats thats the danger, of losing yourself to the teenagers. -k. kidd
LOOSE TOOTH// LOST YOUTH: all i fucking want is for these goddamned people to know how much i... ›
all i fucking want is for these goddamned people to know how much i could have cared about them if it was in my dna. but its not. it never was. and i wish they knew that i tried.
i wish i could deliver us. right here. right now. before i’m gone for good.
deliver us from evil. from youth and…





