House Party

I’m sat here in the bathroom, cooling down my burning skin At some dead house party, telling myself lies about why I’m even here Did I think I’d have fun? Did I think I’d moved on? Did I think you’d stay for a bit? Am I drunk? Is it love? Is it something wedged in between? Well, that sounds like me Did I read you wrong? Are you moving on? I just met someone with your name, it didn’t suit them by the way A white lie and polite nod as I rearrange my exit path through the maze of a dimly lit hallway In the clothes you said you liked yеsterday Think you can guess the way I’vе felt Look at my pupils, that’s a tell that my conversation always ends on you Any person, any room, any tale I’ll tell for you While my friends pretend that they’re hearing something new Did I read you wrong? Are you moving on? Did I read you wrong? Are you moving on? And now I can’t find my drink An excuse comes with this, do you need another too? Or ditch your friends, ditch mine too, twenty minutes til last tube And I only even came here to see you Well, the kitchen feels airtight, the next stage of the night Small talk with someone that I knew from school Check my phone, see a text, it flickers quick, like a breath Surging pang in my chest, you’ve left Am I drunk? Is it love? Is it something wedged in between? Did I read you wrong? Are you moving on? Did I think I’d have fun? Did I think I’d moved on? Did I think you’d stay for a bit? Am I drunk? Is it love? Is it something wedged in between? Or is it just me?