We rip roar into the night
Stand in a circle
With our matching boots
As a colorful haze
Lights up our faces
From the lights of our phones.

Snap snap
Holla back
Throw back that shot of this or that
We dance not for the male gaze
But for the way it makes our souls feel
Freedom ringing like the intestines
Of a chaotic and liberated bell.

Lipstick my teeth
Dress me up like something sweet
We don't worry about settling down
With the wrong man
Letting go of societal pressures
We were raised to bite off of
Like a bagel covered in chive
We live and die
Like this is it
This is always our moment.

We're the best protagonists
In our own stories
Lining our eyes
Baseballs caps or a little bit of sass
We hold hands not cause its romantic
But because we companions.

It can get a little bit sticky
A little bit tough
We compare and contrast in moments
And sometimes misunderstand
As the white powder comes out
Sniffing off keys or mirrors
I turn the other way as often as I can
As the frequency in the air
Becomes more friendly to knives
And youthful skin.

But we will always dance again
Until our feet hurt
Lipstick often all over my face
Leader of the pack
Queen bee
Thats me.

We fly high
We fly high
Whether we high
Or sober as a drum.