I'm crazy.
Psychotic, mildly schizophrenic.
Bipolar, severely depressed.
But you like it.

You're sane.
Mormonly sane, rational.
Controlled, compartmentalizing.
But I hate it.

I've never struck a match with the intention to start a fire
Not until tonight
But since you have a *** drive that's push to desire
Was she really worth this ******* fight?

Charlotte sat and thought of all the beauty he told her of
She needed him tonight; he didn't need her
Another teenage heart racing with pain

Jeremy sat and thought of the new girl
The new girl with her flowing blonde hair
He wanted her tonight; she didn't want him
Another teenage heart racing with lust

Charlotte sat and thought of the boy she met a week later
The boy with his messy hair and odd sense of humour
She loved him tonight; he loved her too
Another teenage heart racing with satisfaction

Jeremy sat and thought of his only love, Charlotte
Charlotte, with her choppy brown hair and crooked smile...and her new boyfriend
He missed her tonight, and tomorrow too; she didn't miss him tonight or ever again
Another teenage heart racing with nostalgia

10 shaking fingers
Trace 9 fading scars
I think 8 new fatal thoughts
Within 7 minutes, she decides
6 wounds will be enough
She know in 5 minutes, she'll be gone
The 4 pillows propping her up start to fall
As 3 tears start to roll down her cold cheeks
2 swollen eyes start to lose sight
As 1 life starts to drain.

I don't know why they call it heartbreak.
it feels like every bone in my body is broken.

Here's our song
A song for the kids who are home, dateless, on a windy Saturday night
Humming Nirvana songs till 3 in the morning with their best friends.
For the ones who aren't afraid to say they like Katy Perry.
A hymn for the shameless.

Let's have one good stretch before our hibernation
We can sleep when we're dead
and who cares?
All we are is a pair of teenagers
Standing closer to the edge than we should be allowed