Haze

basement romances

obscure, one loved dances

prancing, around a cloud of smoke

look, here comes your man.

finally, under the headlights of a lamp

he pulls you in as you waddle back and forth

not polite enough to go home early

you stay, in the sea of green haze

darker days, been relished and cried about.

but not for you, not tonight,

this is your arena, your pool

swim in it, dive deep past the moss and algi

into the twilight zone where you cant see your fingers

find it and hold on to it, because when the song ends, the party is over, you have nothing left but a swaying couple lost in themselves,

think about it. think hard. is this something you want ? something you crave?

the stepping on toes, the coughing of men, the lyrics you thought you knew vanishing?