My girl danced, she danced to no rhythm
Hands up to the Biltmore
Ardently, without inhibition
Didn't care who saw her
And wandering eyes from both ends of a spectrum
Never caught her interest, never moved to meet them
She packed a switchblade disposition
Scowled like Aubrey Plaza
And though time has passed, I'm still there
Left feet planted firmly on the ground
Fisted pockets, wondering
If I would have danced then had i known what I know now
So what's worth still thinking about?
What's worthy of my attention? What deserves my toxic doubt?
As I turn to stone in a crowd
Engulfed in assumed perception, firing synapses throughout
And though it's the past, I'm still there
In visions of swirling cerulean hues
Dancing in memory 'cause
We'd never have the chance again and neither of us knew