into my eyes and i get the whole holiday thing.
i lay there imagining me driving like nuts on the german highway and my girl next to me, reading some cheap magazine and sending me the idea that she is not scared: actually she’s not, although i like thinking that she might be… she’s done that road thousand of times before me and for as many times as i mentioned, with me. well the music was different, but then so was she.
i was different too, if that’s the matter: i was there, where: calling “gorgeous” any girl i would meet on; my friends girlfriends, my cousins… just to make them feel 