Scratching records,music older than the souls of the most Bobbling heads, tracks after tracks A lovely night, at a old time brewery Couples of drinks till the dance floors opens opens and dances for the dj on set Claiming that we have auxs we only have six tracks at best, but they can swap music faster than your favorite vibe you came with. Put on some Latin music, before gentrification calls it define it for who didn’t grew up with it. It’s all in vain well said, but the dj keeps spinning my favorite ****.
This will always be something I’ll remember when live music is played
It was a 6th-grade English class I leaned back on you My arm brushed against your leg And my body felt on fire I crave the warmth from which you gave me At first, I didn't realise it was love I needed more You are my addiction As the years flew past I took every opportunity I could To see your skin I've seen your ups and your downs and I've never seen an **** side I've seen you beat yourself for being not perfect But if you could see yourself the way I do You would never worry again I have felt the fire of your skin since then So many times and I loved every moment When I fell asleep on your shoulder When I grabbed your arm When I put my hand on yours
I remember the last time we touched You ruffled my hair and I longed for more
I have so many dumb memories that hang with my heart. I think that I should get rid of them but I don't know where to start. Like that time when you said something real dumb and made me laugh, or that time when I was so angry, I broke your pencil in half. Oh, that time when we were passing notes in class and the teacher found out and got us in trouble real fast. Or that time when we said all those horrible lies just to get us some free alone time. Thinking of this, I've made up my mind. I'll keep these memories and never leave them behind.
I have a whole collection of these dumb memories, but I will never let them go.
The moment that you left. My heart was torn apart. It bleed with pain. My heart was filled with heartaches. Dying to shape the presence of you along with me once again. But you were no where to found. Your soul already cut off all the ties with my soul. And the bond of our love was already terminated. My heart was always busy, taking a walk down the memory lake of you and me. They said, " Your memories are with me, So I can survive." But how should I tell them, There's a huge difference lies in Remembering you and Missing you. Your memories are a heartache that I hold in my heart. I try to hold on to them tightly. But they keeping fading from my heart. The presence of you is fading, leaving me alone. So I decided that In my memories, I will keep you alive.