2. Prom

It's hard to lose yourself to music you don't like.
It's hard to keep dancing when your love is out of sight.

Ever wonder why there's emphasis on tonight?
Dressing up your clothes just to hide behind
Tears in your eyes, strobe lights in the sky.
In the same room but not the same time.

Isolated feeling, hearing different sounds.
Distorted vocals are the backdrop to screams,
Seamlessly perfect, never as it seems.

Heterosexual warfare, I'm dying in the midst.
Being killed by the grinding and the sloppy wet kiss.

In a culture uncultured.

Beauty in the view isn't beauty of you.
Mind's eye, darkened stadium lights.
Head bobbing, Aphrodite fights.
Heart's eye, falling further tonight.
Snapshot, feeling hot and it's not right.

Drunkards in the bathroom,
Horny kids in the stands.
Muffled screams, what a dream,
They'll never understand.
Throwing up just to say
Shit was real for a day.

Sweaty body, hot water.
Steamed air, going bare.
Showers don't have the power
To clean your mind.

Neon lights look brighter and better under a black sky.
What a morbid analogy of our life?

Room full of people, no one full of love.
Body heat multiplying, stadium filling.
Far from the crowd, feel the rush of the fall.
Captivated by mortality, didn’t hear you call.

It's hard to lose yourself to music you don't like.
It's hard to keep dancing when your love is out of sight.

Graham Watts