Another drunken Friday night in an atmosphere of sweat and flashes of colored lights. I'm in the middle of a vibrating crowd but all alone inside my spinning head, as I see Chloe joyfully wrapped up in the tattooed arms of someone she's never met before. We're dancing on rose petals to our favorite songs but I'm caught in just one intrusive emotion, the little thorns they forgot to pick out: how long will this last?
Another shot of Tequila to push it all away, it's slowly working but fragments of the thought linger: when everything is over, what were these nights really worth? I'm there in body but not in mind, I can see myself moving but the feeling is another, distant and detached. Tomorrow it's just a memory. I drink more than I should but I need to numb myself.
Slip inside the eye of your mind
don't you know you might find
a better place to play
You said that you'd never been
but all the things that you've seen
will slowly fade away
The boy that held my hand just an hour ago comes to me through the smoke and asks: how are you feeling? The expression on his face when I answer I don't feel anything is one of confusion and fear. I see there's no point in trying to explain that it's really a good thing.