And tonight I ran home barefoot Because my mother does not tolerate Lateness, so it's 11:55 and I'm drunk Running and wanting to Stop because my feet are Sore, but I know if I'm late home I will miss a Weekend of you, so when I run With each footstep into gravel, I think of the kisses You put on my cheek, and Run even faster, Knowing I can't take another day Without your gentle cheek Kisses