nothin better then a home brewed bottle of wine while watching a hyped up wrestling match with a bunch of ninjas i've never met then a sweet make out session against car before the drive home at 130 am with a big stupid smile on my face the whole way. i guess you had to be there?
and the glances that you took took hold of you and demanded that you stay and sunk in their teeth bit your heart and released such a charge that you need another touch, another taste, another fix he just might get you lost and he just might leave you torn and he just might save your soul if he gets you any closer
i have completely lost control over my emotions and my body. it's like i'm watching myself on tv, knowing how each thing i do is only leading to a punch line or foreshadowing some type of huge, armageddon like breakdown where the lead character dies in a car crash and the boy she likes gets another girl pregnant.