up all night.

Stress. It will eat away at you like the maggot it is. But then you sit in bed, drinking chocolate milk and eating a cupcake, talking to that one person that gets you, listening to your song--you know. That song. That song that you and your best friend heard on the radio that one night when you were beyond dilerious, dancing to everything, and you both looked up and went, "OH MY GOD, THIS IS OUR SONG". And from that night on, every time you see them, you think, "Our song. That's our song playing in my head".

And what's the problem with that? / I got no problem with that.

And everything melts away. Like it was meant to in the first place. We resort back to our primal states, watching youtube clips of The Upside Down Show and just sleeping. We eat food and we drink things other than coffee because really, we don't need it today, darling. We don't yell at our little sisters because, in actuality, their ungodly high pitched giggling is not annoying, but rather adorable. Probably the most adorable thing we've ever heard in our lives. We buy Christmas presents and we don't worry about going broke because the people we're giving to, we love them with everything we have. We'll make more money doing something we hate later in life. We're too young.

And if I breathe in for you / can your heart shine through? / your only pain is to feel none at all / you take away my oxygen

And then we move on with our lives, renewed in our sense of importance and the lack thereof we basely desire. Things don't matter and we're okay with that. We're more than okay with that. We're happy and we dance. We dance. We dance. We see each other through our own afflicted eyes. We've cried the same tears and really, what's the difference? When you talk, your voice reaches octaves below mine, but we never asked for that. We never asked for this. We dance. It comes together in something real, something beautiful, something not of this world and it feels good. It feels good because we feel good. The synergy is so apparent, so choking, and we are free and light. We dance. Together.

Is there anything I can do for you dear? / is there anyone i can call? / no and thank you please madame / i ain't lost just wandering

Sometimes I see you and I think that I could not be any happier with anything I've worked for in my life. Sometimes I see you and I weep because I know that I cannot have what I want. Sometimes I sit and whisper to myself that I wish you would dance with me, just one time, when nobody is watching, and it would just be you, and me, together, dancing.