I was beginning to fall into some familiar patterns of my own.
Staying out till 3:00 and sleeping till noon, ordering takeout from the same greasy Chinese and calling old friends who would always be there for me when I was feeling…
I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ‘round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone.