Adolescence.

So lets drink tonight
A toast to being young
A toast to growing up.
For sorrow and heartbreak is nothing
When sharing a flask of whiskey
With your two best friends.

The moon rises and it sets
Again and again and again
Until our bodies shrivel and die.
But tonight, we drink from the fountain of youth.
Not becoming immune to death,
But aware of it.

No worries of our changing bodies,
Or the boy down the hall.
It's either time to live,
Or it's time to fall.