Neon Spots Swirling

Hiding up in the chandeliers

Weeping next to the volunteers

I evacuate to the corners of my mind

Forgetting names, all the awkward glances

I feel the eyes on the back of my neck

I seep into the wall

The neon spots are swirling in my mind

And I'm so tired of losing myself all the time

Talking to the coffee table

Party favors, party gestures

Your words come at me like a swarm of bees

Replicating, complicating

Empty patterns, empty patterns

Part the clouds inside

The neon spots are swirling in my mind

And I'm so tired of losing my shit all the time

I hit the bottom of the swimming pool