You can hear me knocking at your door at something that might be 12 AM. It's late, I know, but I'm going to have some fun. I'm having a cigarette pack in my pocket while wearing some baggy clothes, ready to smoke at the school roof. I'm a trouble kid, as you know. I'm wearing a big, happy grin, and I'm going to take you with me even if you want to or not. “Heyyooo- Ya there-?” I grin again, waiting for you to open your door.*