Boo! Bee in your bonnet. Net! Coming out at the seams. Ain’t nothing to worry about. There’s a feeling shopping for a dream.
Hot chick sitting cross the room. Have a feeling she won’t be talking! To me she’s just a part of the scenery and that’s not my game anyways. Some things are better left unsaid.
I’m not saying ‘cause I’d rather be feeling the rhythm of the room. The places in the dark is where the voices once lived. Their ghosts remain to tell the stories of those who used to be. Use to be someone’s house, now it’s a bar filled with silent ambiance. And a conversation hangs unsaid, hoping for a place to land.
There’s one who I hoped to see, but she’s not here. Just as well, ‘cause I didn’t have much to say to her anyways except maybe to wish her a happy 25th.