Manage me, I'm a mess.

The Academy Is… - After The Last Midtown Show

It’s a drunken midnight on the streets,
brightly dusted with a neon light.
We duck behind the corner store,
smoke your smokes while I keep
a watchful eye.

Right here, right now.
I hope before the night is through
one fumbled touch will finally hit the spot.
You’ve got everything going for you,
so I’ll go for you with everything I got.
Right here, the best days of our lives.
Is this coincidence or a sign?