Twikki
Always Letting Go
Swinging back my drink, staring back at the groundat my best friends house party, where i'm surroundedby strangers with ill desires of getting laid (WOO!)straight from the bottle to the beggar's masqueradeWe were only kids, both sixteen and naiveAlthough now, i'm almost seventeen, but I still feel like we'veGrown up and pulled apart all the ropes that anchored us downto the bottom of the ocean, where outsiders watched us drownAnd IAlways Let goOf the thingsI hold closest to meand you were on of those things
From Letras Mania