Youth Culture Glitch

Fading streetlights call us out, chasing shadows, no doubt. We paint our dreams on bedroom walls, sneak through windows when the night falls. Bicycles race the empty lots, hearts racing faster than the cops. XR scars like trading cards, suicides in backyards. This is our tribe, wild and free, dancing clumsy under the trees. Youth culture slipping away, hold on tight, don't fade to gray. We're the glitch in the perfect scene, forever young or so we dream. Mixed tapes crackle in the summer heat, stories told on Sesame Street. First loves tangled in the rain, awkward laughs through growing pains. We build our forts from borrowed time. Quirky rebels. Crossing lines. This is our tribe, wild and free, dancing clumsy under the trees. Youth culture slipping away, hold on tight, don't fade to gray. We're the glitch in the perfect scene, forever young or so we dream. One day the colors start to blur, mirrors show what we infer. But in the quiet we still hear that distant hum drawing near. Youth culture echo and fade in our bones, the games we played. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray. Hold on tight, don't fade to gray.