let your hands take on the temperature of the room
let your eyes become the colour of the walls
let your hair illustrate the atmosphere
become not what you think but what you are,
a moment in time in somebody's memory
let yourself be attributed to midnight drives with the windows down
let yourself feel the rain if it's raining
and if the sun shines, be sure to dance
grey skies are only the nights woken up
let yourself live: this is life and you are young
let your bones never be brittle
because around here
we stay up very, very, very late
SO WHAT IF I STOLE THE LAST BIT FROM COUNTING CROWS. FUKU ALL.NOT THAT ANYBODY SAID ANYTHING/
