Sunday, April 10, 2005
Microphones and leather jackets
I stood there on the dance floor last night, with people dancing around me. I danced, I listened to the music. I was enjoying myself.
But at the back of my head I was thinking about things I shouldn't have been thinking about. And I was freaking out.
Fuck it right? what happens...happens.
I wish it were that easy.
But at the back of my head I was thinking about things I shouldn't have been thinking about. And I was freaking out.
Fuck it right? what happens...happens.
I wish it were that easy.