we don't dance, not tonight

tonight, we are all looking a little bit more fabric than body
and I've got that sort of forced smile, awkward pose, first month of high school kind of look


the one with the wrong shoes, and the sweaty palms
the one with his older brother's suit, and no corsage


the one where we carpool


so we don't dance, no, not tonight


tonight is about feeling small next to the speakers


about the heel breaking, the uncomfortable laughter, and the sunday school slow dance
tonight is before the attitude



tonight is more dress than hips,
more dirt road than runway


no swagger, not the middle of dance floor




just a long line coming from the bathroom, and a mean homecoming queen