Sometime Around Midnight
And it starts sometime around midnight
Or at least that’s when you lose yourself for a minute or two
As you stand under the bar lights
And the band plays some song about forgetting yourself for a while
The piano’s this melancholy soundcheck to her smile
And that white dress she’s wearing; you haven’t seen her for a while
But you know that she’s watching
She’s laughing, she’s turning, she’s holding her tonic like a crux
The room suddenly spinning; she walks up and asks how you are
So you can smell her perfume
You can see her lying naked in your arms
So there’s a change in your emotions
And all of these memories come rushing like feral waves to your mind
Of the curl of your bodies like two perfect circles entwined
And you feel hopeless, and homeless and lost in the haze of the wine
And she leaves with someone you don’t know
But she makes sure you saw her, she looks right at you and bolts
As she walks out the door your blood boiling, your stomach in ropes
And when your friends say, "What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost"
And you walk under the streetlights
You’re too drunk to notice that everyone is staring at you
You don’t care what you look like, the world is falling around you
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
And you know that she’ll break you in two
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The Airborne Toxic Event
From what I have seen the video looks beautiful. Ryn: Thank you. I know that some men completely have a fit if things “don’t work” as they think they should. I think it’s just a reaction to whatever is happening at that moment. I wouldn’t worry about if I were a man. At least I don’t believe I would. Thanks again.
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