We Are The Youth

We are the youth of the lost generation,
Driven by fame and affection,
Always running,
Leaving behind snapshots and
Glitter on the abandoned streets.
Always looking for something
But we don’t know what.

We are our own personal heroes,
Dreaming in soft focus
And living in a harsh reality.
Memories of empty houses, empty bottles.
Endless nights.

We are the rock stars of local fame,
Driven by the next fix,
The next house party.
We are all the masters of a personal war,
Playing with paper dolls.
Always in over our heads
By the glow of a cell phone.

We are the chosen ones,
Born to save ourselves,
Born to dream,
Fueled by meaning and hook ups.
Existing in the age of lost innocence.

We are the modern children,
Wild ideas in our complex minds,
Looking for a way to feel alive,
Tearing everything apart,
Grasping desperately at each other,
Naked and vulnerable.

We are the stars reflected on Earth,
The prince charmings and princesses,
In a world of land and seas,
Of pavement, swimming pools, and sin.
Modern fairytales playing out.

We are the lost causes,
Living for the moment,
Believing in second chances,
Living in a blur,
The details lost.

We are the best, the worst,
The ones left standing alone,
Rebels with hidden tragedies,
Losing, gaining, destroying, creating everything,
At a fast pace.
Singing along to every song.

We are the future leaders of the world,
The homecoming king and queen
And everyone in between.
We are perfect in our parent’s eyes,
Nightmares in our parent’s eyes,
Nothing in our parent’s eyes,
Fending for ourselves.

We are the beginning of a revolution,
War paint and weapons in disguise,
Six packs and skinny dipping,
Bubble gum and blowjobs,
Barely legal, barely passing.

We are the only ones left,
Turning ourselves inside out.
Someday we’ll die,
But for now we are immortal,
The youth’s reign eternal,
We are the lost generation.