Tangible Romance

the beat gets loud as the lights start fading
frustration seems so hard to blame
simple-minded, small-minded, what's the difference anyways?
like its my fault this all seems so set in stone
and its your fault that we're both drunk alone
active minds enduring every idle day
you wake up happy only if you want it that way


its autumn and 80 degrees
this good mood's right in front of me
like a couple of beers in good company
but your vacancy ignites me
you choose peril to just feel justified
its inconspicuous in your unashamed eyes
and in these pensive bathroom moments, you turn it up and think
'i could die tonight if he'd just talk to me'


if you found someone out on the road
you'd take it as a confident sign
and if i found someone down in florida 
it wouldn't be the first time
its like when romance became so tangible
or when cynicism became so lovable
we depend upon these memories of content
and we'll lose this love without our own consent


the beat gets loud as the lights start fading
and all i see are brown eyes through petty faces