you look like bad news . . .

it feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters and make fun of our exes. it feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight, to fall in love with strangers. we're happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time. it's miserable and magical. tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines.

it seems like one of those nights. this place is too crowded. too many cool kids. it seems like one of those nights, we ditch the whole scene and end up dreaming, instead of sleeping. we're happy free confused and lonely in the best way. it's miserable and magical. tonight's the night when we forget about the heartbreaks.

i gotta have you . . .