Truth in it.

It was in the heat of the moment,
egyptian sand blinding my eyes. Where
the lions were at their watering hole and I was
a little goldfish in a shark tank. There's

truth in it. From the back of the room to the forefront
of my mind, the clever fox that ruffled my goosy-gander feathers. Perhaps
the comparisons have gone too far. You were there, I was there, there was
drink and music and lights and drama. Yet it meant nothing to you.

From bottom lip a single whisper "We don't have to hide anymore."
Oh, but we do. And you're just saying words to get a lay and
I'm just doing things to feel a little more than 'okay'. To hear
you're unattractive and then get looked at that way. I needed to witness it.

It was in the heat of the moment,
egyptian sand blinding my eyes. Where
the lions were at their watering hole and I was
a little goldfish in a shark tank. There's
truth in it.