A four line poem about: the club.
Had a pretty quiet day, spent mostly hanging out with my best man. Played some video games, did some reading, yakked about nothing, and then drove him to the airport for his trip to Vegas. I've got his apartment to myself now, so I had to make vague promises about not burning it down.
I'm only here until Monday morning, so I think I'll make it.
Is that my heartbeat or this song?
Vision blurring, my thoughts all wrong.
Wanna go but have to stay here...Just in case my dream girl appears.