In Out My My My

Trading scar stories with scared smiles. Waiting for the darkest part of night to tell what should never be. If we, weren't so low, would the highs seem as sweet? I don't think so, not since pixy stix. The rushes mean something different now. One good thing is spinning children, that's just as fun to do, as when you were young and bugging someone else to "spin me spin me spin me spin me!"