→ Weekday Warriors.

Rotten rich flourscent adolescents
Guts rumbling, reaching for new feeling
Disregard all teachers, fear no one
You’re a Weekday Warrior

In the dark we heard Pudge whisper
“This plan can’t happen with out you.”
When that happened, trust me, we all knew
That he couldn’t go on without you

Dorm rooms full of adolescent sweat
Bunk beds by world maps
Faux coffee tables 
Just enough to call it home

The Colonel, our trusted leader
He’ll make sure we get out of here
Unsighted by swooping Eagles
Smoking cigarettes to keep the bugs at bay while barely legal

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