Waiting for him.
My date.
Yes, it should be someone else.
But it never will be.
After that abysmal showing at Christmas – did he have to dissect the entirety of my intentions like that, and still entirely miss the point?
Well, Jenny finally talked me out the other day, and we went out to a club. Between the loud synth beats and the alcohol, I successfully lost myself a little while.
I ran into someone there amidst the garish lights and piped-in smoke on the dance floor. He asked me out again.
So here I am. Heart pounding in a taxi. But not really for my date. More for what I wish was.
But I have to stop all that. It's time I try to have a life. The day I end up on my own slab will come. I would like to be missed by someone when I do.
So out to the city and the lights, to try to drown out a wish by answering a need. Waiting for a ride to the neon lights.
A/N: Inspired by the song "Midnight City" by M83
