Feb 05, 2006 20:35
I danced with one of your good friends for most of the night.
But you stole me away for a few
and told me we are the best.
We fit together.
You told me to hug you like I meant it.
When my mom went crazy
you stayed on the phone with me until 2.
Go to sleep. Go to sleep I said.
But you won't. You won't.
Screaming (at) (to) you,
Jeannie