a piece of heaven lives inside of me but i don't feel heavenly

dimly lit bars are nothing but sad when you're sober

the lighting is anything but gentle - a contrasted blue versus red, obnoxious, the kind of colours that shine on you in the film you're starring in in your mind. you're the actress dancing around the tables of this dim-lit bar, an ice-cold stella in your right hand, the jukebox at the other side of the room playing your favourite alternative rock album. you sway your head back and forth, your hair dancing with you.

you close your eyes and breathe deeply. wondering, "why can't my life be like this always?" you mean: full of drunken dancing, in dimly lit rooms, a cold-one in hand, your favourite jams playing in the background. a life without worries. without responsibilities. a life impossible to live without burning out. dimly lit bars — they become nothing but sad once you're sober.