I'm in the crowd, maybe about the center of attention.
I swift past people, my cup filled till the top.
The wieght on my shoulders lifted.Drifting into the vibes from the people whom surround me.
Embracing, Hearts opposite of racing, Pacing.
Ignoring the world, and problems not worth facing.Embracing, Hearts opposite of racing, Pacing.
I feel my muscles relax. My eyes drop quarter of an inch.
Feeling the laughter rising from my chest.
The calmness transfer from my pores to the humans around me.
Its all that it could be, all we could be.
Its the day we turn a year older physically, and a year younger mentally.
Working my way to a tobacco stick, meeting the fire incedentily
The calmness transfer from my pores to the humans around me.
Its all that it could be, all we could be.
Its the day we turn a year older physically, and a year younger mentally.
Working my way to a tobacco stick, meeting the fire incedentily
I feel my hair brush past my ear, my cup refilled.
Someone out in the back yells to fill those small cups,
For that quick slight burn down your thin throat.
I follow the crowd, someone reaches out, letting my self go.
I throw my head back, capturing that warm hint of liquid go down.
I close my eyes, feel the heat against my face, I let myself drown
Someone out in the back yells to fill those small cups,
For that quick slight burn down your thin throat.
I follow the crowd, someone reaches out, letting my self go.
I throw my head back, capturing that warm hint of liquid go down.
I close my eyes, feel the heat against my face, I let myself drown
We raise our hands, fight the inability to make decsisions.
Pump our fists to the beat of this music.
Inhale the second hand in the room, while lighting one of my own.
Two in counting for the night, I'm sure not my last.
Its broken, the railing to the world. I'm free out of this nonliving cast.
Its my birthday, Everyone yells "Go wild"
Pump our fists to the beat of this music.
Inhale the second hand in the room, while lighting one of my own.
Two in counting for the night, I'm sure not my last.
Its broken, the railing to the world. I'm free out of this nonliving cast.
Its my birthday, Everyone yells "Go wild"
I feel the skins of the crowd in my presense.
The heat coming off the surface of everyones shell.
I breath in the nicotine, exhale the polution.
I feel the music settling, the crowd calming.
One by one, each hour after the next, a group or two leaves.
It was a good night, atleast as everyone believes.Slowly the house empties out.
People say there goodbyes, give there hugs, thanks for the fun,
And maybe just maybe, they'll come back for another night.
All that matter now, I'm a year older, and a year closer to life.
Lay back, light up once again, everything but bitter strife.
Its been a good night, music pumping, hearts thumping...
Thumping...
People say there goodbyes, give there hugs, thanks for the fun,
And maybe just maybe, they'll come back for another night.
All that matter now, I'm a year older, and a year closer to life.
Lay back, light up once again, everything but bitter strife.
Its been a good night, music pumping, hearts thumping...
Thumping...
