young adult friction

The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart

Between the stacks in the library
Not like anyone stopped to see
Wecame they went, our bodies spent
Among the dust and the microfiche

Dark winters wear you down
Up again to see the dawn
In your worn sweatshirt
And your motherÂ?s old skirt
ItÂ?s enough to turn my studies down

Now that you feel, you say itÂ?s not real

I never thought i would come of age
Let alone on a moldy page
You put your back to the spines
And you said it was fine
If thereÂ?s nothing really left to say

YouÂ?re taking toffee with your vicodin
Something sweet to forget about him

If you go your own way i will go my own way
And weÂ?ll never speak of it again

DonÂ?t check me out!