i am not going to sing, i wanna play mini golf
as a familiar face pulls in i jump in the car...we move at a fast rate but still getting there late...i sit and the lights dim to a pinch dark...emotions are high in this room as well as the heat...they play...stop....converse...and play agian..but the singer is not singing...why isn't he singing?....does his voice hurt?..maybe he lost it?...oh its because he wants to play minigolf....got it....they play an then stop a fight ensues...no fists only soft voices...then we leave...past the road that is alive with childhood all the way to last year...were i sit in a hot room with two familiar faces and one new one....we play songs softly until we go see her...her being wendys...and then its over....fin