you don’t know better.

You think you know better.

And then you don't.

Friends were breathing diaries decorated in daisies
That turned out to be playboy magazines feasted by eager men with eagerness of gossip

Lovers were warm as wrapped blankets on shivering nights
And then pillow talk motives crush you to pillow hug moments after a  fight

Life was a crowd of drunken high in colored lights at seventeen
And twenty-two comes you simply discover nightmares are your regular dreams.