do you remember the other night?
we spent most of it driving.
we pulled into the party someone there was crying.

there were people who sat on the bleachers having
a smoke or something.
among those people sat a couple who seemed to have
got me thinking.
they got me thinking \"where the hell have i
been?\"
but desperate measures calls for the kids who
desperately try to be seen.
next time you throw a party where desperation's
the hostess make a toast to the kid who's gone.
don't think that he won't notice.
haven't devoted enough time, enough effort, into
being me, having fun, just being stupid.
they never seem to crack those smiles from their
faces.
my insides skip and jump while the outside shell
just paces. i'm back to feeling right, to feeling
like i used to. rejuvenation in different
formations this time it is you.