Last night
I caught a glimpse of his headlights flashing. So we sit in his car. He was drunk, and a mess. And he said in a somber tone, he has no real friends. No one to care for him. And I see that some people are lonely, some people are searching for what I'm lucky to have. And he hid his face because he wanted to cry. So I let him cry. Well he wanted to kiss because he said he needs to feel wanted. And there is it. The boy I liked for shallow reasons. He looked so good, and so sad. On the surface, it's all smiling faces. It's always people pretending. He gripped his drink and smoked his cigarettes. So I realize, I'm thankful. I really love those girls.