He wants to feel real
But you feel nothing
Both of them thought you were there for them
He is drunk touching your arm
While the other is coy and collected
He stares at you while he's on stage
While the other is hidden behind
They both want to take you home
Thoughts race through your head
You can't manage two hearts
In your lace dress
The night gets late
They play the strings and pass the drugs
Your friends arrive and lust fills the room
Jealousy and twisted advances
Polaroids and summer beers
Leaving in vans
You go back to his house
To only feel like a friend