clusters of people talking secretly to each other.
in a
when you walk home from the party
drunk on bacardi
i only wanna say things that are pure: now i
this time, the win is mine.
my perfect life.
room
hands up who thinks it's now
home base is the
don't know what to say
don't know what to talk
you see yourself sitting on top so self assured -
do you remember lying on the ground
and drove outside the
why do i feel bad again?
i shouldn't be sad
why do i worry, what do they think?
what is