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The time is exactly two forty-five, And I’m out here alone Below the February sky Just trying to find a way to feel alive. - You know what that’s like? I got my headphones on, Dressed to un-impress, Playing my current favorite song With my hair all in a mess. And you’re on my mind again, Like an imaginary friend That I just can’t seem to grasp. Are you fiction, are you fact? - You’re everything that I lack. And I’m in a place that I can’t describe, Swaying to the music At two forty-five. The longer I’m alone, The longer I’ll survive, So I’ll dance the night away Beneath this February sky. And then the cops drive by On this cool February night, And you’re still not in sight - All I can see is flashing lights. And they stop and ask if everything’s alright, Ask how many drinks I’ve had this night. I just keep swaying and sigh Because I’ll never get it right, - And all of this is just a waste of their time. So I say, “Sorry officer, I’m not drunk, I’m just psychotic.” And they look into my eyes, And much to their surprise, I’m simply sober, and alive Below the February sky. Then I take their hands and pull them with me, Although they can’t hear the song, And they try to fight, but I don’t let them, I just laugh and sing along. The time is roughly three o’five, And I’m being detained Under the silver moonlight. And the February sky watches on… I guess you’ll never know quite what it’s like, No, you’ll never know what this feels like.
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 2:18 AM UTC
February Sky (A Song)
The time is exactly two forty-five, And I’m out here alone Below the February sky Just trying to find a way to feel alive. - You know what that’s like? I got my headphones on, Dressed to un-impress, Playing my current favorite song With my hair all in a mess. And you’re on my mind again, Like an imaginary friend That I just can’t seem to grasp. Are you fiction, are you fact? - You’re everything that I lack. And I’m in a place that I can’t describe, Swaying to the music At two forty-five. The longer I’m alone, The longer I’ll survive, So I’ll dance the night away Beneath this February sky. And then the cops drive by On this cool February night, And you’re still not in sight - All I can see is flashing lights. And they stop and ask if everything’s alright, Ask how many drinks I’ve had this night. I just keep swaying and sigh Because I’ll never get it right, - And all of this is just a waste of their time. So I say, “Sorry officer, I’m not drunk, I’m just psychotic.” And they look into my eyes, And much to their surprise, I’m simply sober, and alive Below the February sky. Then I take their hands and pull them with me, Although they can’t hear the song, And they try to fight, but I don’t let them, I just laugh and sing along. The time is roughly three o’five, And I’m being detained Under the silver moonlight. And the February sky watches on… I guess you’ll never know quite what it’s like, No, you’ll never know what this feels like.
When you get pulled over by the cops, you can either get upset or get inspired. (Though, to be fair, I got a little bit of both.)
#dance#alive#music#night#dancing#sky#late#february#night-time#swaying
crystaljune
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crystaljune
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 2:18 AM UTC
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