I can dance, actually.
Just not when anyone’s watching.
There’s something nice about having the place to yourself, putting your headphones on and playing the same song far too loudly. Nobody cares if you miss a beat, forget the words or nearly fall over your own socks. Well, nobody’s there to care, which is sort of the point. I probably look ridiculous. I’m having a lovely time, though.
I left my shoes by the front door.
Checked the fridge, nothing good inside.
My headphones play a song too loud.
Counting tiles on the kitchen floor.
I’m alone in stereo.
Dancing where no one goes.
Laughing when I miss the chorus.
Playing songs nobody knows.
Music shakes the bedroom floor.
I spin twice and miss the beat.
My jacket swings around my arms.
Trip on socks and laugh again.
I’m alone in stereo.
Dancing where no one goes.
Laughing when I miss the chorus.
Playing songs nobody knows.
The mirror shows my stupid dance.
Lamp light shakes across the floor.
This beat keeps pulling me around.
I’m alone in stereo.
Dancing where no one goes.
Laughing when I miss the chorus.
Playing songs nobody knows.