I’m too much of a predator for this place…
Or maybe not enough…
Somebody will strike tonight
and it’s on the face of them all.
This place is as awkward as a high school ball,
but with our chaperones allowance of alcohol.
If I sound bitter it might be true,
but more realistically
it’s just the reflection of the portrait of you.
I stare and turn away.
(out of embarrassment)
I look again
and force myself to turn.
The third time’s where I stick around
and try to figure it out...
To try to learn....
I see dark lights
and friendly faces;
bashful peeks
and longing glances.
It’s not enough to say,
‘Hey.’
You have to scream it.
I wasn’t meant for you
but I’ll make you believe it...
The night will take us all
and tomorrow will take us back.
I’ve been had between them so often
I’m about to crack...
Oh no,
I’ve gone and said it...
It’s there for the stare;
*Used and abused
pushed locked cut blown fuse.*
I’ve been miss lead by
a beautiful muse...
Yeah whatever…
I know it’s no use.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
I’m too much of a predator for this place…
Or maybe not enough…
Somebody will strike tonight
and it’s on the face of them all.
This place is as awkward as a high school ball,
but with our chaperones allowance of alcohol.
If I sound bitter it might be true,
but more realistically
it’s just the reflection of the portrait of you.
I stare and turn away.
(out of embarrassment)
I look again
and force myself to turn.
The third time’s where I stick around
and try to figure it out...
To try to learn....
I see dark lights
and friendly faces;
bashful peeks
and longing glances.
It’s not enough to say,
‘Hey.’
You have to scream it.
I wasn’t meant for you
but I’ll make you believe it...
The night will take us all
and tomorrow will take us back.
I’ve been had between them so often
I’m about to crack...
Oh no,
I’ve gone and said it...
It’s there for the stare;
*Used and abused
pushed locked cut blown fuse.*
I’ve been miss lead by
a beautiful muse...
Yeah whatever…
I know it’s no use.
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