Young Widows smells like teen spirit

Load up on guns
And bring your friends
It's fun
To lose
And to pretend
She's over bored
And self assured
I know
A dirty word
How low
I'm worse at what
I do best
And for
This gift
I feel blessed
Our little group
Has always been
And always will
Until the end
With the lights out
It's less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid
And contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind
A denial
A denial