I was nursing my gin and tonic
Not feeling cool the least
With all the pretty people having fun around
With all the depressing thoughts in my head
It wasn't a good night
And I was going to die as well.
He told me I was free to do whatever I wanted to do
It should have been freeing but it was not
When what was getting me down was not knowing
What is it that I want.
The beads sewn into my dress were falling apart
as I was pretending to dance
And my borrowed, fashionable high heels were killing me
I switched to sneakers, one last ditch attempt at coolness
And my borrowed, fashionable high heels were killing me
I switched to sneakers, one last ditch attempt at coolness
It didn't work, I still looked like a sad blob of fat wrapped in embroidered tulle
in sneakers no less
And I only wanted to not to be there
Even if it meant
not to be
anywhere...
