BITE ME

thirteen, when it was then,
larvaes were wriggling.
thirteen, lives were bland.
thoughts were deepening.

it'd be so long
until they'd have to worry.
it'd be so long
until they'd feel sorry.

fourteen, when it was then
larves feed. they wander off.
fourteen, was getting grand,
they felt change, in flocks.

it'd be so long
till they have to worry,
it'll be so long
till they feel sorry.

fifteen and sixteen,
only they mattered
fifteen and sixteen,
we could live forever

and ever.

it'll be so long
till they have to worry
it'll be so long
till they feel sorry

seventeen and eighteen,
its goodbye
seventeen and eighteen,
it won't be enough to express in hugs and cries.

it was never thought
they'd had to worry
it was never thought
they'd had to be sorry.

a motely crue of
unorthodox friendships
a motely crue
no doubt

larvaes have grown,
grown independent and deviant,
seed have been sown,
a catalyst to their reagent

and they say:

promise me you'll remember,
promise me you'll call in november
promise me we'll see each other
promise me we'd be forever

and so we say

good bye

---

to all friendships that ever existed in history.

i wish there wasnt such a things as exams, growing up or leaving. i wish we could all just run away together and live in a video game.