Crazy lives.
Wild eyes.
Sex. Drugs.
Love. And lies.
Freedom? Sure...
We're mature.
Let us go.
We're adults you know.
We're the grown ups
Throwing up in the bathroom stalls
Making drunk phone calls
And petting fuzzy walls.
Tripping on shrooms
Locked in dorm rooms.
Someones passed out on the floor.
The RA just knocked on the door...
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