you don't know, I don't know. thanks for the dance, the drink and the sleep

Sometimes everything seems so awkward. Imagine a Wednesday evening in march. It's like the future and the past are at the same time. I've also noticed these are days of mystery. If only I could start to care. I make use of the night and start drinking a lot. Maybe not that bright, but for now it's all I've got. Let's freeze this moment because we're going down. With wide open mouths and burning eyes. In the morning I'll be gone, and you won't know why. You're laughing too hard it's seems unreal. You don't know anything about me. Do you know I gave up dreaming just for a while, when I saw your face. It would have been nice, though, to have known your name.