Laughing, talking.
They're really having fun.
Singing, swaying.
He asks her to dance.
Smiling, moving.
The night has just begun.
Driving, anticipation.
The two are nearly there.
Passionate, intense.
There is no turning back.
She's tired, alone.
It's not like he was going to stay.
In silent tears she lays awake.
But then again, maybe she knew all along.
I could pity her.
I could lend a hand.
Forget it.
It's all her fault.
She should have been with me.