Smile with me, I know you’d like to. Don’t subject yourself to tears Put purpose to those pretty little curses on your face and feel It feels like Saturday morning Waking up at noon to the voice of common in the background Making you see that we are , ordinary people It feels like summer when you first brush your curtains back And get by that July sun It’s like you have the house to yourself and you nearly strip because no one is else is there to see You know When you go out with your friends and you hope the night never ends It feels like the…