My youth was found in disgusting apartments and pabst blue ribbon. Kissing girls that were years older than myself, lying about my age and passing out on the bathroom floor. I started smoking, i started lying, things were going great. I felt better than i ever had, line after line, bed after bed, i never did too much and was on top of my game, always one step ahead of even myself. But soon there would be nothing new to do. Everyone would know my name, my sins and who i slept with. Oh the price of being young