Teenage Hormones

Sunday evening with a
dash of disappointed dreams


Teenagers huffing from
old canteens


Father sleeping on the couch

Mother gets dressed and
flaunts about


Another douche with an
acoustic guitar


Trying to make a living
selling fancy scars


Performers dancing in
the street


About to get run over if
they don't dress discrete


Bells jingling in the wind


Mind getting hazy from the wine
and broken child within


An immature replica of who I am


A boy kissing everyone that
walks in


Wants to be a doctor but instead
he's snorting pills



Making every bump look uphill



A leopard with a golden bell



Drums beating with a new rebel


Night is approaching


And the boys start poaching


Lifting skirts and screaming no


This life of teenage hormones