Lights they shine on your face just sonThey make me want to keep you talkingnLaughter ripples down your shoes through the puddles and back to younMakes me want to hold a patternnNever endingnOnce before and never more have I longed for thisnI don't appreciate the life of me or my intended right to be a simple someone who can breathenAnd I'm not okay with itnWe don't need to mentionnHow good all the thoughts nYou hold and never act uponnI am not okay