on my way
I'm on my way home.
I've run into a couple of girls. I know one, the girlfriend of one of my friends. I talk with her for a couple of minutes. She mentions a party another friend of mine is throwing later.
The other girl is you. You don't say anything, just smile.
I hardly notice you.
It's the first time I see you.
I'm at a party at a friend's place.
It's pretty wild. There's a lot of people there. I'm young, I'm happy and I'm drunk. You manage to steal the seat next to mine, but I don't recognize you. Another girl you know is sitting on my lap. I'm drunk. I'm happy. You're younger.
I don't even know you're there.
It's my turn to throw a party.
I've been hanging with the people from the party for some months. Your crowd is there, my crowd is there. Other people are there too, I don't even know them all. But people leave and I realize I've been spending most of the night talking to two girls. One, then the other. You're both cute. It's almost like you've been taking