Two little shining people. Huddled close in their Carlton 
cave. Magazines fall on the floor and university calls 
but they couldn't care either way. And they smile when 
they say, "Do you feel like drinking? Do you feel like 
going out?" But they do that for a living. The sun may 
greet the world but it seems them off to sleep. After 
standing straight for several hours, serving brainless 
wonders - not dwelling on necessity. Take comfort in each 
other. That's all you really need. And their days are 
to look forward to. They might've thumbed their nose at 
so-called good judgement, at not doing what they're 
supposed to. What are they supposed to do? They don't 
dwell on anything. And everyone who meets them falls in 
love with them instantly. Yeah, I know it happens. 
Someone should warn him. You might've kissed her lips. 
You might know her name. You might know where she live 
but you'll wonder about the next time and if you're ever 
going to see her again.