They paint my lips a shade of red They comb the static from my hair "You need a man," the chorus said I only watch the mirror's glare The perfume stings, the collar's tight They push me out into the night A loaded gun I didn't load Walking down an empty road Click, clack. Heels on the floor. They point the way, they lock the door. Go find a heart, go claim a prize. I search the room with hollow eyes. I don't want the catch, I don't need the thrill. But I'm hunting through the shadows still. The neon bleeds across the glass A silhouette offers a light I watch the blurry figures pass I nod my head, I play polite My fingers trace the rim of ice I'm paying for someone else's price A target drawn I didn't choose A game where I just want to lose Click, clack. Heels on the floor. They point the way, they lock the door. Go find a heart, go claim a prize. I search the room with hollow eyes. I don't want the catch, I don't need the thrill. But I'm hunting through the shadows still. "He looks nice," the message glows A bright screen in the smoke and blue I shift my weight, the cold wind blows I'm wearing down a borrowed shoe I smile, I turn, I look away I never wanted him to stay Click, clack. Down the street. Echoes of a forced heartbeat. The hunt is done. I let them run.
