I am dying for a connection
Where is your heart in the darkest hours?
We couldn’t keep track of the few minutes between 2 and 3am
We are no different from each other -
lost with our hungry demons who only tell the truth, only make the moves our aching feet cannot.
Brain went to sleep an hour ago, the regrets will come pounding in a few or so.
These moments are saved for the lonely.
Pressure against a wall, feel it in our chests.
Spin around once, now we are dancing in a mess.
Last call for the night
The unsure people go without.
So I’ll ask you one more time,
Can you leave me with your heart tonight?