Midnight always leaves a mark
Mouth going 60, brain in park
Take his hand, take a chance
Pretend you ever learned to dance
Overreact, push him away
Pull him back because you want him to pay
Twirl your hair, tug at your dress
Fake a smile though your makeup’s a mess
Bass is thumping but it’s all too loud
Surrounded by bodies but alone in a crowd
Shedding eyelashes like tears
Some on the table, some in the beers
Swear off drinking, swear off men
Knowing well you’ll do it again
Fall in love every Saturday night
Fall back out when the lights aren’t so bright
Beautiful! “Mouth going 60, Brain in Park” – that’s awesome. I love, love, love your way with words. VERY creative, unique, emotional, and beautiful.