do you ever think about the small instances where you’ve made choices unknowingly, out of haste and maybe if you haven’t, things would have been very different?
if i have chosen to stay where i was seated and crying for a broken bond, would you have found me? would you have stood up and looked at me like you’ve been searching for a long time?
if your friends didn’t call for me seated, dazed from an earlier kiss would we have separated without even touching again nor meeting each other’s eyes?
i can’t seem to recall your face, do you know? it always leaves my mind. if it’s the alcohol or my heart building walls, i wouldn’t want to know, i wouldn’t want to break my heart another time.
until when will you hang around? everyone leaves after a while can we have some more fun before you’re completely gone?
i am definitely not made for the modern culture of hook-ups