Oh my god there's his eyes again
Turn around and fake indifference
Then I'll watch his smooth black silhouette disappear
Too many bodies fill the club
Too many faces over done
Why am I here?
Why am I here?
Why am I here?
Why am I here?
Watch him leave the floor
My body's edging towards the door
I return instead
I'm not done pretending yet
Never done pretending yet
I'm indifferent.