...and tonight will go on forever...

I remember the night through a tequila haze. The six of us sprawled out in a circle, drunk on wads of dollar bill tips in the form of liquor and cheap beer. Billy, he picked up a guitar, and we all sung along, serenading ourselves in a

promise to stay young. We knew every word, every chorus, every line. Spontaneous, so fitting. A scene, out of the movie of our lives. It was a simpler time. We survived off of cigarettes and French fries and diet Canada dry, lived in the basement, where we could feel like we were grown ups.

...you're just jealous...

Now two of them are married and have a child, with another on the way. College degrees and money trees...

One is engaged to a man nobody likes but no one will stand up for her. (She needs it)

One is labeled a criminal, a victim to sexism. After all, how could big blue eyes and braided hair lie?

The other has fallen into the pits of sorority hell, searching for herself in a plastic dreamland.

And I'm still waiting, still clinging on to that promise of forever young.

...and your tearin' up your photos cause you wanna forget... it's over...