seventeen going on eighteen

it was the height of our narcotic indulgence
it was the absence of care or regret
blood shot eyes staring into each other
those were the brothers and sisters I met
and the bond that began to flow through us
like the chemicals pumped through our brains
were what kept us alive and together
through those awkward transitional days
we let go of childhood wonder
and wondered: "who the hell am I?''
well there was nothing like bongs and loose lips
to help keep our spirits high
we were blasted and spun out and twisted
until responsibility knocked on our door
well I'll tell you I fucking miss it
because I'm not a kid anymore
reality used to come breifely
between days and nights when we slept
but as soon as we woke and gathered
with the brothers and sisters we met
another adventure came calling
another new sin to try
and we thought: if we hold on to this feeling
we'll never grow old and die