Skip the Youth

The air is fresh and crisp
Even though it's no longer early
Still in shadow
But not for long.

Kiss your sun-drenched feet
Forget about everything,
Remember it a second too late
And fuck it all up again

We'll be ok,
Because we always are.
Our inability to do wrong
Is not a cripple, not a curse
The dust on our wings always comes back
So shine on, girl, shine on