Stayed awake, took a nap, got myself my bottles back. I'm breaking them out on the street, walking 'round in my bare feet.....

It was two in the morning and somehow you convinced me to come over. Was it boredom? Or genuine interest? I lied and took the van and showed up at your back door. You were high on E and it was funny to watch. Everything was good for you; you couldn't get enough of the shitty music on tv. I forget the other guy's name, but the drugs weren't working for him, and he left to go home. We sat and watched tv and you told me all you wanted to do was hold me. It was wierd to see you so out of character. It was strange to see you happy.
"I wish I could feel like this all the time."
"Feel what; happy?"
"Yeah. I love everything right now. Everything is just so great. Nothing's this good anymore."
"Well I'm glad I got to see you in this rare moment of bliss (laughed)."
"I'm sorry you had to come here."
"Don't be sorry. I don't care. I'm nice."
"You are nice."
Even though it wasn't really you, I enjoyed your company. Your eyes were so bright and focused. When I layed against you I could feel your heart beating a mile a minute as it pumped the drugs around inside your veins. I closed my eyes and almost fell asleep. Then I remembered that none of this was really real. So I said I had to go.




"Well I'm sure you tell me you've got nothing to say, but our voices shook hands the other day."
-Modest Mouse