build-up.

If the right people come at the right time, bring their best music and nice wine, drinking the right amount i'll be intertwined with good friends who never walk the line, watching the stretched-out coke lines infect my fragile mind, everyone complimenting me like "this sofa's such a find" "you've got a nice smile" and "this must be a sign" if you're twenty one and in your prime no doubt to become in line for a girl who's fine, get a high five from a guy with a watch that shines, if i can get this party off the ground I'll make this night mine, all i need to do is wait for that doorbell to chime. The doorbell to chime.