Waiting for it
Anticipation
Tightening your tourniquet
To that quiet place where
And then the bell sounds
Locker room no clothing
Popping the zits of my self loathing
And the lights flash
As you stroll past every last do not enter
Second intermission
You know the third act
And the lights flash
I'm always trying to get there
And there's all these questions milling around
I never really get there
And you're too ashamed to ask
And the lights flash
But what is love if not exquisite
Blooms the reflection of my surprise
And there's all these questions milling around
Instead, I'm deep inside some high school
And there's all these questions milling around
And the bell sounds
Under fluorescent lights
You know the third act
Tightening your tourniquet
And the bell sounds
And somewhere inside your iris
Small talk drops out of the play
Waiting for it
'Cuz she's learning about bleeding
Small talk drops out of the play
No bliss for little Miss, leading
And there's no time to ask
And there's no time to ask
You're standing in the lobby
Our only saving grace or is it?
And touch me at my epicenter
And you're standing in the lobby
I accept myself
