“Here’s to the kids. The kids who would rather spend their
night with a bottle of coke & Patrick or Sonny playing on their
headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party.
Here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who
will never be there for them. Here’s to the kids whose idea of a
good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars.
Here’s to the kids who never were too good at life,
but still were wicked cool. Here’s to the kids who listened to
Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV
…and blame MTV for ruining their life. Here’s to the kids
who care more about the music than the haircuts.
Here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush.
Here’s to the kids who hum
“A Little Less 16 Candles, A Little More Touch Me”
when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night.
Here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from
someone who didn’t even know they existed. Here’s to the kids
who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower
& didn’t feel so alone after doing so.
Here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths
with their best friends. Here’s to the kids who are
straight up smartasses & just don’t care.
Here’s to the kids who speak their mind. Here’s to the kids
who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep.
Here’s to the kids who second guess
themselves on everything they do. Here’s to the kids who will never
have 100 percent confidence in anything they do,
and to the kids who are okay with that. Here’s to the kids.”
— Pete Wentz.