here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night
with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their
headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party.
here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person
who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea
of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the
stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but
still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall
Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame
MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more
about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have
crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a
little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re
stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids
who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even
know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks
of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so.
here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with
their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up
smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak
their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their
lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess
themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will
never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the
kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s
not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones
who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get
caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s
for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never
made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the
kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never
faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say
“breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make
your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i
broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids
who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it.