We were pulled and on edge, drunk on summer promises. We felt terminally used by lovers and friends. We tattoo hearts, get lost in song, dance in bedrooms and reclaim our lives. This is the line in the sand, this is what is important to us so up the decay, up the heartache, up the isolation, up the loneliness, up the mistrust, and we will up the loss. We will live like we are outlaws, confident failures knowing it will never be this good again, and we will love like it is revenge. By the time that they are through with us we will be magnificent, dinging to such slender hopes that were so slefishly worn, we are ready to get big so consider our debts paid.