ennui

not even loudspeakers can drown you out

three times sixty clandestine glances

time is money; i'll lose a fortune

waiting for you to cross the floor

dark room but the neon's in our eyes

wishing for your hand on my body

i don't care where, as long as you're impressed

touch my thigh and i'll touch yours

sinew on bone on wasted potential

grinding is just another secret to keep

won't change the adults' opinion of me

much less mine of you

he's all self-assured steps and throw-his-head-back-laughing

ask if you can borrow that confidence for the last hour

and let the bass replace your heart's murmur