If I wrote song lyrics...

9:25pm: At 1:23am, you'd expect everyone to be asleep. But not the scene kids in New York who are on the train home. A mess of long, dyed hair, tight jeans & converse, all tangled together on blue pleather seats. Each one listens to their own soundtrack, each remember that night's show differently. Nobody wants to deal with going back to reality. On the train, the magic is still there, they are still adults, there are no rules and no curfews. Outside the windows, the quiet Island passes by, empty parking lots, deserted streets and darkened house windows. Mothers, businessmen, school children, grandparents, everyday people are all asleep. But not the children of harcore, the kids raised on moshpits and Morrisey. Every person on the train has a wish, to escape the ho-hum fate of their forefathers. And until Ronkonkoma, the beat goes on.

3:56pm: It's not about your emo bangs or your vans.It has nothing to do with what colour your iPod is. And nobody really cares how many shows you've been to, or what kind of cigarettes you smoke. This is not a competition. This is a race against time. You're going to outrun yourself, and then where will you be? Out of sync and out of luck. There's a diaster heading my way, and it's got your name all over it. Are you gonna fight me on my policy of non-violence? There's truth in your words, but no honesty in your voice. You're a danger to yourself and others, so we're going to put you away. If you're a good little doll, in a week, we might let you out again.

11:33am: Passion.
-I'm anchored to the ground for now, but one kiss could make me soar.

-It's all your fault that MySpace makes my heartbeat race and JamisonParker makes me sick to my stomach.

-There’s very little holding my heart together. Rip open the stitches, let’s see what’s inside.

-We don’t have to talk, baby. But even in silence, I need to feel you’re there.

-And in the heat of the moment, everything you don’t say to me is loud and clear.

-I could watch you talk all day. Your mouth, baby, it's a killer.

-You own my attention every day and keep me awake every night.

-I want to be the creases in your sheets and the reason you wake up clutching your pillow with bated breath.

-I could be your dream girl, if you'd just fall asleep in my arms.

-I want lips, swollen from your kisses.

-When was the last time you thought of me? I think of you in that space between when I close my eyes and just before I fall asleep.

8:35pm: Longing.
-It should be about the prize and not about the game; because when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll have forgotten my name.

-I don't care if it hurts when you kiss me. I care if it hurts when you don't.

-I am the greatest thing you'll never want.

-Please, just break my heart. The one thing that I'll say is 'only love could hurt this bad.'

-I am the basis for extinction. I am the reason that things die.

-Do you know the meaning of the word penultimate? It's the guy who comes in right before me.

-I'm the girl of your dreams, walking barefoot on the beach.
You are everything I've wanted, and you're just outside my reach.

9:39pm: Anger.
-They labeled me as 'sick' and put me away, because didn't you know? Only boys can be this screwed up.

-I started wearing mascara because you said it made me look beautiful.
Was I beautiful the night you left when it was running down my face?

-I stopped listening to Brand New because Sic Transit Gloria makes me want to make love to you, slit your throat and watch you bleed.