The disco ball makes its ascent.
Libération tastes sweet in its light.
My *** looks juicy in those jeans.
But love’s the last thing I’ll find tonight.
They sever soul chains at gay clubs.
Play house, I’m a fluorescent sprite.
Dead fly resting in peace in LED lamps.
Here’s the only place I can stop trying.

Weeping at the club.
Feeling unbearably unlovable.

Gasping for fresh air.
They’re playing my song on the floor.

Dance your heartbreak away ***.
You’re not alone in your feelings.

My peace is threatened.
When I fall into the whirlpool of love.

Dancing in my corner and
Pray the night would never end.
Dancing in my corner and
Try not to think ‘bout no him.
Dancing in my corner and
I’m noticed by a new hot man.
Going up the stairs tipsy
Tell him I’m a love gypsy.
Going up the stairs tipsy
Wait for him to undress me.
Going up the stairs tipsy
But I wish I was in love instead.

I got a situation.
Brave, brave, brave, give me an ovation.
But it’s only indications.
I’m not making moves of exclamation.
There’s been escalation, isolation, tension.
But I wish I could skip it.
It hurts when you smile.
I wish I was the one in your arms and not at this gay club.
Lord, help my situation.
I’m doing my best.
Brave, brave, brave, and I’m the best.

Weeping at the club.
Drowning thoughts of solitude in my drink.

Two men holding hands.
I’d trade my all to experience this ****.

Back in the restroom.
His face is like a floater in my eyes.

I’m going out again.
I guess I’ll go for the closest high.

The glamorous moon makes its descent.
Back into the battlefield of complex feelings.
My eyes have bags and covered in veins.
Last drink till I slide back to just being.
I feel surrounded by joy in gay clubs.
These guys take loneliness better than me.
I go there to refill my heart’s prowess.
Stare deep into the galaxies on the ceiling.