Little did I know that it wasn’t the dancing you minded but the music
You prefer it to be your own
And I think I get it now
After many years in sweaty places filled with strange glances from people that I don’t care to know the names of
Listening to the loud music
Sung by wealthy people trying to relate to the heartache
While they sit on golden thrones
Thinking of how I didn’t even want to go out in the first place
And that I should of just avoided it all together
But it wasn’t the loud place that I minded
But seeing your face
Across the crowd
Headphones in
Dancing
Wishing that I didn’t listen to the background noise
And instead listen to
You