P.S. Eliot
Tangible Romance
The beat gets loud as the lights start fading
Frustration seems so hard to blame
Simple-minded, small-minded, what's the difference anyways?
Like it's my fault this all seems so set in stone
And it's your fault that we're both drunk alone
Active minds enduring every idle day
You wake up happy only if you want it that way
It's autumn and 80 degrees
This good mood's right in front of me
Like a couple of beers in good company
But your vacancy ignites me
You choose peril to just feel justified
It's inconspicuous in your unashamed eyes
And in these pensive bathroom moments, you turn it up and think
"I could die tonight if he'd just talk to me"
If you found someone out on the road
You'd take it as a confident sign
And if I found someone down in Florida
It wouldn't be the first time
It's like when romance became so tangible
Or when cynicism became so lovable
We depend upon these memories of content
And we'll lose this love without our own consent
The beat gets loud as the lights start fading
And all I see are brown eyes through petty faces