Pretty, you are.

we're the kids who keep on quitting.
we're the ones living our lives running.
we kill the threat of smoke with the smell of rum [on our breath].

we're the kids with the blinding smiles.
we're the ones on the late news at eleven.
we kill the threat of a future with the promise of tonight, tonight.

we're the kids who do it for love.
we're the ones making history tonight.
we kill the threat of growing up with the first and last sip of the night.

we're the kids with the pretty eyes.
we're the ones with the broken smiles.
we kill the threat of regret with the scars on our hands, faces, legs.

we're the kids with too-big pupils.
we're the ones with the hyena laughter.
we kill the threat of misunderstanding by not being able to speak.

we're the kids who'll make the difference.
we're the ones you'll remember.
we kill the threat of losing ourselves by giving it up [with one f**k].