We're 25

We're 25 and stupid, playing around with hearts, living on French fries and empty pockets, thrifting clothes and wishlisting luxury brands.
We're off to a rocky start, but adventurous still, stumbling hand in hand, crying ourselves to sleep, making out, sneaking out, burning out, trying careers, and failing, trying relationships, and failing, benefitting from friends and then falling for them.
We're 25 and broke, making plans to Goa, to London, to the street at the edge of this town, and never really getting through. We're nightmares at 2 am and phone calls at 3, hoping to find love at the wrong places, terrified of the right ones.
We're losing ourselves bit by bit, with every tinder date and half burnt cigarette, with every quiet glance and subtle hatred
thrown at middle aged men in job interviews, asking us where we see ourselves in 5 years. We see ourselves drunk on rooftops and slow dancing to old songs, we see ourselves scratching initials on wooden benches, putting trash in our pockets until we find a dustbin. We see ourselves fighting and hugging it out We see ourselves burning with passion, burning for passion. We see ourselves up and about, adventurous, rebellious, we see ourselves eating right and kissing right and loving right and living right.
We're 25 and stupid, and God, we'd give it all.. to stay this way.