This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UNT chapter.
Lifted trucks sit in the Walmart parking lot
Until they are asked to leave
Then they move across the highway
To their next Target
No one goes to the park
Until the sun goes down
And all you can hear is a train
And laughter coming from god knows where
We decide to go home early
Since 4 am is much to late
When half the group has church in the morning
To repent what they did on Saturday night
I can’t wait to leave,
That doesn’t stop me from having fun.