The Layers of Skin We Drag Around

What did we forget on those dark streets?
Are we powerless against our youth escaping?
Your tape still plays: «This Changes Everything.»
We’re still scared but we’re also patient.
I am still a wreck.
We connect in separate places.
Tonight I feel just fine.
I feel like a 2.5 and I would never trade this time for anything else.
So cut our hair, we’ll leave it behind for someone else to find.