Some things will never change

If you're going out with someone new..

I'm going out with someone too

I won't be sorry for me

I'm getting drunk

But I'd much rather be..

Somewhere with you

laughing loud on a carnival ride, yeah

Driving around on a Saturday night

You made fun of me for singing my song

Got a hotel room just to turn you on

You said, pick me up at 3am

You're fighting with your mom again

And I'd go, I'd go, I'd go...

Somewhere with you

I won't sit, outside your house

And wait for the lights to go out

Call up an ex, to rescue me

Climb in their bed,

But I'd much rather sleep

Somewhere with you..

Like we did on the beach last summer

When the rain came down and we took cover

Down in your car out by the pier

You laid me down, whispered in my ear..

I hate my life, hold on to me

Ah, if you ever decide to leave, then I'll go, I'll go, I'll go..

I can go out every night of the week

Can go home with anybody I meet

But it's just a temporary high

Cause when I close my eyes..

I'm somewhere with you

somewhere with you

If you see me out on the town

And it looks like, I'm burning it down

You won't ask and I won't say

But in my heart, I'm always...

Somewhere with you

Falling short

Seemingly, more than months have passed. Feeling out of touch with this ever-so-dramatic life style of mine has me house-ridden with no escape plan- besides a couple sultry nights a week where I can forget about which inexplicit events have taken place thirty minutes into the suburbs. It is not a lack of admiration, nor feeling of complacency for this beautiful acreage, but rather a lack of emotional content, or displacement; I can't seem to choose which fits more. When I want to engage in conversation, I'm berated for wanting too much besides television and carpooling, so in return, when I feel like keeping my mouth shut, I'm yelled at for having a piss-poor attitude and my incongeniality. Floodgates opening again, I feel lonely and misplaced-replaced by something I cannot grasp, longing for that one urge- that one nights escape to pull me away from all reality. I see him walking upstairs, not even thinking to say goodnight. I see him luxuriating in thousands of other words as he usually partakes in with everyone but me. And I'm supposed to settle for a car ride's worth of chatter. For Romeo, I wish, but the land is becoming barren as I try to meander my way around this desert- looking for every drop of drink.