Recreational

Call it recreational

Hiding nothing underneath it all

There is a lightning bolt inside

Pieces of envy, a thorn in my side

I see you in the corner of my view

Circling the edges of the room

Everybody else's eyes on you

Everybody else's eyes on you

Call it recreational

Hiding nothing underneath it all

There is heat in the way you move

The lights go on and I always lose you

Just recreational

Drove you from the city to the coast

Telling me secrets, I told you bad jokes

Well maybe that stuff is nothing new

But I thought it meant something to you

Now I'm just a number in this room

Now I'm just a body in this room

Call it recreational

Hiding nothing underneath it all

There is heat in the way you move

The lights go on and I always lose you

Just recreational

I waited on the smallest sign

I waited for some piece of mind

I tried to write a myth and make it true

I tried to write a myth and make it true

Call it recreational

Hiding nothing underneath it all

There is heat in the way you move

The lights go on and I always lose you

Just recreational