Well, here I am again, it's close to the 6 pm in a house full of crowd.
Drunk drinking by my lonesome self, trying to lose it through the rain outside and I want to shout, 'WILL SOMEONE JOIN ME FOR A DRINK?'
But, it' s a far-fetched question for people who aren't mad enough. Mad people, the one's who'll make a break for it when there is nothing to break for, jump when there's nothing to give up -- 'aren't you scared to lose it all?'
A low laugh no, full of truth which are merely shameless lies.
But, as mama told me, 'why look for shame?'
And I'll know soon enough that I will end with:
a glass for you