sex.
there's something beautiful about it.
sometimes you suprise yourself.
you decline joining in, but you want to watch.
or pretend you aren't.
you still say, 'i'm just going to be voyeuristic'
and hoping they stop pulling the sheets up.
you're jealous and become especially needy.

sleep.
we all need.
it's the most bewildering experience.
you wake up just off some guy's floor,
getting told you gotta go.
your friends will leave you
and you must stumble on your own.

dance.
it's kind of sad
you do it so much
enjoy it even more
for what?
there isn't anyone to dance with,
and they're only slightly interested,
barely, and it feel lik you aren't even moving
that's a big difference.
i'm just a slug cuttin a rug

damn.
in a world of alco and smoke
you become saturated in it all
regurgitated champagne
smoke congealing on your hair
you rather like it
no one will sit near you on public transport,
but you have pride
and then you still don't end up going home.

i party like a rockstar, do you?