3am

The bar space is packed

And the dance floor smells like

Cheap cologne.

I'm surrounded by all these bodies

When I only want to be tangled in yours.

Alcohol doesn't taste the same

And my mouth has the sweet aftertaste

Of you.

All I can think about is you

And hoping you'll walk in the room.

Hoping you'll make your way to me.

Hoping you'll help me escape this shitty club.