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