i am not here to make change

i break chains

i break dance moves.

sitting at the table, waiting.  drinking warm pabst and thinking about stepping outside for a ciggie break.  short shorts, tights, vee-neck.  soon, music will be louder than it already is and i will be sweating more than i already am and moving my hips to the beat and making people sway.

i'll be seeing him when i close my eyes, and again when i open them, and i'll be wishing all the while to trade this night for his night.  missing.  missing.  missing.

want to wake up to him every morning.

want to wake up to him every morning.

Now he’s idling 
And time is dwindling
In his mind he’s figuring out life’s about the little things 
And his labyrinth 
And all his magnificent can only keep the mice trapped
The princess is innocent
She doesn’t belong…