The chandeliers are spinning now, Or maybe it's just me. Another velvet curtain call, A manufactured ecstasy. I saw you leaning by the bar, A perfect silhouette. You looked like every empty promise, I haven't broken yet. (And then you said) "Don't you look so sad, darling. This is a party. You should smile. People come here to forget themselves. Why are you dragging all your memory onto the dance floor?" Forget myself? Oh, the sheer audacity. As if that woman could be lost. She is the anchor to my tragedy, No matter what the final cost. And every smile I ever sold, Was just a loan against the soul. I’m feeling so wild, so fragile, so old. I’ve finally lost all control. Another round of cheap champagne. I don't need it. I don't need anyone. I just need the room to stop tilting. Stop spinning, goddammit. You offered me your last cigarette, And called yourself a friend. But lovers are STRANGERS in the end, That's the only truth that never bends. The DJ plays a song from '98, About freedom and desire. But all I feel is the cold, cold weight, Of having survived my own fire. And when the morning finally breaks, And the last taxi takes you home. I'll still be standing in my mistakes... ...all alone.
