Dear Scene I Wish I Were Deaf

You were one step behind in that dismal school of mine

Needle and percocet instead of books on students desks

We were so charming, but the future was alarming

And now don't you go look so proud

Yes, guess who's laughing now?

And we've learned that life is one big game

Where the winners are all getting paid

So stop dragging your feet behind

You can't live with the folks all your life

So on those days home in your car

We jerked the steering wheel to the median

Joking that we'd end our lives

But we weren't joking all the time

"Start a band or throw a brick"

You lazy hipsters make me sick

Don't clap your hands; don't start to dance

Don't let them know that you're a fan

You may be living in Manhattan

But where are you really from? (Have you forgotten?)

Kid, you may be playing your music loud

But it's drowned out by your mouth