Friday afternoon would roll around after a week of catching up on sleep That was missed from the weekend before Class time was great for catching up on sleep
We'd bomb right over to the donut shop to collect bags of whatever we Could get our hands on It usually ended up to be an abundance that would start the night off
The sound was like music We were a movie
Then heading to the packie With hopes that a fake id would be enough to make it a little more lively
We'd drive around for hours with no direction and no goal except to act stupid And intertwine ourselves into situations to laugh about
