Clubbing Woes

Maybe its u growing into ur age, mAYbe its the club not playing music ur way. LoVed being lost in the music, Let your mind groove with the beat. Rhythm thumping, feel ur heart beating. Close ur eyes, go ahead and just lose it.

OnLy afTer a while it gets boring, the music's not doing its trick, DJ's not doing his bit. Wonder why ur shaking ur booty. Aye, at least it burn calories. The crowd sets in, pple get pushy. U realise the only thing u can move is ur head. And u wish that guy'd stop stepping on ur leg. U stop moving to let someone pass, someone wet ur shoulders holding that glass. GUys who are too cool to say excuse me, u spin ur head around to spot another good looking he.

When you call my name, its like a little prayer. I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there.

Wait to feel that buzz in ur head, queasy feeling right through ur messy brain. You stagger through the dark stairway, cringe at the smell of puke down the hallway. U go home to wash tt smoke in ur hair, drink milk to soothe that gruff voice u suddenly have. U rest ur tired dry eyes, wake up indifferent to another moment of sunlight.