growing pains

ventar på sommar og ferie med seine kveldar og lange morgonar.

and if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
because most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
setting fire to our insides for fun.
collecting names of the lovers that went wrong,
the lovers that went wrong.

we are the reckless,
 we are the wild youth,
chasing visions of our futures.
one day we'll reveal the truth.
that one will die before he gets there.