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?