Wake up, dancer
Time to see what you want to see
In that mirror in which you so readily examine yourself
Where did all these feelings come from?
Pastry dropped in afternoon tea
The waitress comes to collect
You’ve given her twenty percent
How much of yourself have you given to love?
Running madly to the car
To avoid the rain falling from your eyes
I’ve been there
Both inside the car
And inside you, rattling your bones
The windows cracked open slightly
I adjusted the driver’s seat
Someone else had been sitting there
But how can I care
When the only way you fix what’s wrong
Is by turning up the music?