We danced around the room,
In nothing but our socks,
Receiting weird poetry,
Whilst listening to prog Rock.
Some people are missing out,
When they don't have a friendship as bizarre as ours,
Cause when we lie on the floor staring at the ceiling,
We the see the night sky and the stars.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
We danced around the room,
In nothing but our socks,
Receiting weird poetry,
Whilst listening to prog Rock.
Some people are missing out,
When they don't have a friendship as bizarre as ours,
Cause when we lie on the floor staring at the ceiling,
We the see the night sky and the stars.
