Floating Vibes

It's 1:13 am. I'm trying to study for Radio production and failing miserably. I feel like shit. Dan just looks over it once and he remembers it like it's second nature. I get distracted by flashy things and facebook and then when I try to look it over, I can't remember. It's my own fault really. I should keep studying, but i'm ready to sleep.

Stand up on the ground and look around, see if she's still here. Maybe in the moments I was gone, she disappeared. By now i'm sure she's gunnin for a new face to hold to her in the candle light. If she looks back, i'll be waiting like a good boy, barking into the night. She says it's not enough to want, but i'm drawn in by my own sense of perfection. To the world she's so cool and she ain't nobodies fool, she's own damn art show. Showin off like picaso once, she's got no refrain, she don't waste it

At night I call her name and she doens't call back, its always the same. She's the girl who changed my world, yeah it's always same, boys all play her game.

Not directed at anyone, mainly because I don't have any promiscuous friends, male or female.