The room's too loud to feel alone But quiet enough to notice She’s sipping something she won’t finish Looking busy doing nothing Nobody listens They just wait to speak Every smile comes pre-approved Sold in packs of twenty
You smell like cheap perfume Sweet for a second, then gone Same faces, same excuse Nobody plans to stay too long
His hands say: I'm confident His eyes say: Please believe it Glass reflections talk back louder Than anyone in here Another toast to nowhere special Another laugh that isn’t real It’s choreography now Pretend, repeat, pretend
You smell like cheap perfume Sweet for a second, then gone Same faces, same excuse Nobody plans to stay too long
