Give it to me
The beats still tickle my joints but I can't move like I used to. Even chugs of alcohol are losing its magic. I sit on the speaker by the stairs and watch the silhouettes make love to the entrancing lights. It's just not the same for me anymore. Without my boyfriend or Ivan, I'm limp. How do I get the fun back? You don't have a clue how weird this is for me. I'm so old right now.