Creeper Secret Society

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Because we're young
Because we're young
They don't think of us
They don't think of us.

In summer swell
Suburban hell
The callous heart
Rose and fell.

We don't love or hate
We don't feel anything
We wince at the days that remain.

The ghost of youth
Speaks so softly
To toast the death
Of you and i