Stumbling home at the early hours of the next day
There is something in us that still wants to play
So we dance, galavant, and sometimes we just fall
Doors are shut tight and all that’s there is a quiet empty hall
At some point, you hear the noise of people still looking for a thrill
Hoping they’re a ball of fun that would fit the bill
So we soar into an unknown adventure
They open the door and say, “please enter”
You’re inside and they’re already too close for comfort
Wondering why a conversation or a handshake can’t come first
Instead, it’s trying to kiss my neck and hold my shoulder with slight force
Knowing the intentions you are trying to coarse
Trying to think it’s a joke and just laugh it off
You looked at me like a pig looks at a trough
I knew it was time for my escape
For this could surely escalate
I reach for the handle and you grab my arm
In my head were ringing alarms
Suddenly I took control
I grabbed the handle and pulled
I ran so far until I couldn’t see
All the immoral ways he looked at me
After that I could see, it was locked in that I could never be