You're nothing but a dream right now. Full of complications and simple words.
Tomorrow is Friday which means a night filled with music, good beer, and great people. I'm hoping that if you're sitting at the bar next to me you'll strike up a simple conversation and my eyes will light up at the prospect of someone so fantastic that I won't ever want to go home.
But I have walls and chains and locks built up around this heart of mine. You're going to have to be extrodinary if you're ever going to break through them.
And in my hazy state I'm going to believe every word you say.
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