i remember last night when we talked for hours
we are young; we have superpowers
We kiss the sky, expanded our minds, think we can fly
We are dreamers, and we’d never die
We are young punks but we have potential
Us against the world, we arnt sentimental
We arnt our problems, our age or our paychecks
And we arnt taking any body’s sh!t
The winters were cold but we have your parents basement
This underground was for sinners and we embrace it
Magic pills, fairy tales, singing of sublimes tunes
Oh, we’d all get on that spaceship
We measure our lives in coffee spoons
And Friday nights quickly turn into Sunday afternoons
We are not our money, our muscles or our regrets
Were having a mere life experience
that basicly sums up love.
i love eric berndt, hes my world,
no matter waht we do or waht ppl say i will allways
love him
