too late to come up with something good
your mouth runs a mile a minute, the guy next to you pretends to listen while his eyes are fixed directly on your ass, the only thing running through his mind what should i say next to get closer to what i want, the man has no dignity, he has no pride he'll say whatever you want to hear just as long as it doesn't make him look queer. Seeing this sends me back in time to a place where i could say what was really on my mind, where my next word wasn't to impress you, but to bring me closer to you. its such a shame that you're so lame.