run to the forrest.

learned new trick tonight. when the boyez try to touch your hips too much not playing basketball any longer too long and you trying to dance and they trying to get you drinks you say i gotta pee or i gotta go to the maitland bridge strawberry supper in the morn and you just bolt out the door in your silly lavender floral home away to safe because god knows you just want to dance and like some other boy and you feel pretty good home eating nacho chips alone.