as in, I could imagine it being played at a prom. with me there. and enjoying it, even the lyrics part. aooooh so sleepy. not sleepwalking though.
you know that terrible feeling you get when you edit someone's article and they hate how you edited it and you sorta have a conflict of style in mind but you like the person's content and you want to get along in that editor / writer way? yeah, I know it.