I get these mixed emotions with the way these mixed drinks seem to be there then disapear. Mt breath tastes of bacardi gold and seems as the night progresses I'm less and less imune to you. I'd find myself on a street corner laughing because I'm so sad and and crying because I"m so happy. These don't ever make sense, but you won't respond to me tonight. And all I'd like would be a simple HI , tell me to assure me you love me. The bottled emotions are exploding for no good reason except that I"m drunk. And the only thing I'm confident in is the way you tell me you care, and the only thing I look forward to now is the I love you's that seemed to be constant until I picked up the bottle. We could be forever perfectly perfect together. The other girls fade into the background these days, and damn why can't you just respond to me. I dgive anything tonight to have you here. I'm screaming out to nothing and talking to no one because i'm nothing to you in this suspended FUCKED UPmoment in time. I thought my words would be clear to you, I thought i'd make sense to you, but once again I fail and nothing ever works out. Isn't that right? And to think the night's just beginning, that this is only the first part before I go out to the party and hit one more time the bacardi. I'm a regular 50 cent enthusiast, and it ain't even my birthday. I"m getting pulled out the door to hit the scene, but i'm so empty until you respond to me. I remind myself just one more time. THis isn't highschool, this isn't highschool, this isn't highschool. this isn't highschool.