7 acessos
do you remember the other night?
we spent most of it driving.
we pulled into the party someone there was crying.
there were people who sat on the bleachers having a smoke or something.
among those people sat a couple who seemed to have got me thinking.
they got me thinking "where the hell have i been?"
but desperate measures calls for the kids who desperately try to be seen.
next time you throw a party where desperation's the hostess make a toast to the kid who's gone.
don't think that he won't notice.
haven't devoted enough time, enough effort, into being me, having fun, just being stupid.
they never seem to crack those smiles from their faces.
my insides skip and jump while the outside shell just paces. i'm back to feeling right, to feeling like i used to. rejuvenation in different formations this time it is you.