Restroom
Tell me, stranger
You, in the club's toilet
fixing your hair
spreading your lipstick
Are you here for a reason?
Is our five-minute friendship
a sign from the universe?
Is this existentialism personified?
Are you a metaphor
but one too blurry and unclear to decipher?
tell me, friend,
you there, holding me close
in front of the bathroom mirror,
how did we get here?
these clothes don't fit well,
the makeup feels heavy
the drinks get me worried
i can't find my house keys
why did i try so hard
to end up unhappy?
tell me stranger
my glimmer of something to hold onto
to make this all worthwhile
before you go back out tell me
why are you leaving me forever
you were supposed to make this bad songs and strobe lights make sense
why did you suddenly eternally disappear
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