Purple lips, dirt-caked chests
Spines pressed to asphalt, heads turned northwest
Purple teeth, vodka tongues
How did we pass time when we were young
We ask ourselves what we used to do
Before we were legal, when we were still new
How did we pass the nighttime hours
As budding flowers, before we had booze
Stealing food, lighting smokes
Trying to make plans, trying to hold hope
Stealing kisses, dancing hard
Blaring sad songs in dark backyards
We ask ourselves how we used to play
Before we were jaded to the sweetness of May
How did we get through quiet nights
As tiny sprites, before we strayed