I look at the lights
And imagine I'm in a hospital
Or maybe somewhere nice
Because their bodies are close
And pushing and shoving
And the bell is the alarm for them to start running
And I can taste the hormones and hear the laughter
But I'm always far away
A walking disaster.
And I wish I were a teenager
In moments like these
Thinking of boys and how I'm a tease
But all I can do is plan my escape
And picture movie scenes and floating in space.