simple theme

12/08/2008

I was black and you were white
That was how we were dressed
The costumes never quite ring true
With a theme so simple
It was your party, at your friend's
I had never seen either of you
I came with my oldest friend
She was unrecognizable by night's end
As soon as the drinks started
I was friends with anyone near
From only knowing who I arrived with
To being the center of attention
Intoxicated just for the night
Gluing feathers to costumed angels
Intoxicated for the rest of your life
The night that I first met you
And I was never the prettiest girl
But you came to me first
Did I look easiest, or easiest to approach
You talked like I was the only one
Then people were whispering
As you led me around the house
The door had plastic gold gates
And the basement had paper flames
Someone spilt liquor in the radiator
We were breathing it in all night
My friend slept on the couch
As you whispered to me
Red wine spilt on your white pants
As I played my favourite songs
You pulled me closer the whole time
You spoke excitedly in my ear
Every time I said something you liked
You exploded, calling me your future wife
I just laughed and knew I was awful
Soaked up your attention and your wine
I could have flirted a little less
I thought I was being innocent
But my black costume could've predicted
Everything going wrong.
You pressed your face to mine
And I shoved you away, not hard enough
You were gorgeous as I walked away
The memory growing hazy even then
The rest was all lights, and slamming doors
Police arriving, people fighting
Police arresting, people fighting
An overdrunk man being carried out
A ride home lost in the back of the cop car
A long distance call in the back of our cab
Should've known then, in my imminent sickness
That we wouldn't be friends for long
Sometimes I wonder how you're doing
If I'm still as amazing as I was that night
Would you have been impressed
If I just sat there and let you kiss me
Sometimes I know you're still reaching out
And I say nothing, you know that I can't
I said enough in that one night
And he'd kill me if he knew you were trying
So go find another girl, won't be hard
With a face as nice as yours
It was nice to feel beautiful in your eyes
But it kills me to know you're still trying
That girl that night has been smothered
In gestures lost on someone unworthy
Though it's nice to know I was on your mind
It still kills me, I'm not worth you trying.