What Teenagers Want

I want a concert ticket
I want it cheap off the streets
I want it to my favorite band
I want to go
And no one can stop me.
I want to wear my favorite top
And my ripped skinny jeans
I want to strut
down the street like a
badass in a slow motion
movie scene,
past all the houses
with the good little girls
sitting in bed,
past the courthouse where
the drunks go to wed.
I want to lose myself in
the music where nothing else matters.
I want that concert ticket bad.
I want it to start rumors
about me, to keep the children
off the streets and the mothers
to keep hating me.
When I find it, I’ll hold
on to that ticket with my life,
through the caps and gowns
and the college rifts,
it’ll be the goddamned
ticket they bury me with.