on a lark, your silhouettes kiss, guess that was Showbiz. the past of a relationship of love, adoration and longing transformed into loneliness and ignorance, but tell, what do you see underneath? may never happen again, stings like sweat on broken skin. The lights of the party glittering his and your eyes, telling million words you actually can pronounce. years ago, your huge gap would be closed in seconds, until that day happened. Where everything went to Hell. but like a song says: 'I'll be waiting for you, you know where to find me.' And that place was the same party you meet. you choke on smoke, with the dream of his eyes on you, but who cares. Hayley sang up in the concert, while you hold your glass of liquor, looking at him. Joe did the same, just looking away a few seconds.