Love In The Club

I'm glad you decided to come to my party.

I know the streamers were a bit crooked, and most of the balloons we tied ended up popping.

But baby when you leaned to the left and cranked that thing… I swear everyone stopped and turned their snapbacks around to get a better look at you. My heart was following the flashes of the strobe light up until then so I expected the room to go dark.

Somehow you knew just the song to put me on your shoulders when our feet got tangled so we didn't have to stumble anymore.

You applauded my breakdancing amid laughter and we even tried spinning on our heads.

We're a little bit of a lot of things.

So maybe we showed up unfashionably early,
and maybe someone ate all the Doritos,
and I know sometimes I got off rhythm on my douggie,
but we never missed a slow song.

And though your neck is sore from the me-on-your-shoulder-dancing, we both know I'll rub it out later.



I think we could do this dance party thing, you and I.

It'll take time to sync our two steps,
and sometimes we'll totally mess up when we enter the dance circle,
but I'll go to every party, if you go to every party.

So we'll learn to head to the Doritos first because there's a slow song next,
and everyone knows we're good at this one.

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This is the strangest metaphor I've ever typed up.