Paper people in their paper towns
With their fancy cars and their broken young love.
Their big parties with coke for beer
and getting high on some make-believe drugs.
These are paper people and this a paper town
Don't get attached, it all burns down.
Best friends turn to strangers without so much as a last goodbye
And all your friends will be way too drunk on this make-believe to save your life.
Nobody cares if you go home with a broken heart
As long as you know the Pythagoras theorem and get good marks.
Nobody cares about you or your trauma poetry
As long as you are good at physics and chemistry.
Nobody cares about your pronouns or your gender or your name
As long as you fit into their box, a straight girl with straight As.
You will watch it all turn to ash,
Tears in your eyes and a lighter in your hand,
Because all things, tragic or not,
Always have an end,
Because looking like the garden of Eden
Never made this town less of Hell.
