Thoughts

There is no slowing down

When we're here on the ground

Where the people walk

Where it's all small talk

We can do anything

But we don't want to do

What our parents say

Well, that's just the way

Nothing seems to make sense

But we love how it feels

Being bad and good

And misunderstood

It's a crime to fit in

So we're all standing out

Maybe that just means

We're the in-betweens

And there's no slowing down

Yes, we crave the profound

But that's hard to find

When we're on the ground

Where the people walk

Where it's all small talk

Chasing after dreams

Where nothing makes sense

In the in-betweens