The dead of winter, the backseat of a car
Pulling up to the doorway, of another bar
Eleven thirty and the night’s still young
Drowned inhibitions, with a coke and rum
The evening’s darkness allows minimal light
The twinkle of her earrings, and neon signs
She passes through, through the other side
And in the following hours, she’ll make someone’s night
But not mine

And she’ll hit the dance floor
And be passed around like a flask
By men buying her drinks
And asking to dance
Dancing to the soundtrack
The music of one night stands
Yeah, she’ll hit the dance floor
And give into their demands

Then there’s me
For once I’d love to fill their shoes
And be the one who dances next to you
But I’m not apart of your nightclub scene
I don’t fit into the grand scheme of things
Alone on the dance floor is where I’ll be
Drinking, and acting like I’m not lonely

The dead of winter and I’ll hit the streets
Leaving behind your damn nightclub scene
Three Thirty and the night’s grown old
Seeking somewhere else to escape the cold
The evening’s darkness allows minimal light
But you’re not phased, asleep by his side
His plans for you were accomplished by two
He could never love you the way that I do
But I will never love you the way that he has
As you sleep to the music of one night stands

 
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