he's always standing in a corner, high and alone; never dancing, glaring from a distance
you think he's looking at you but he's just lost in his cocaine muddled brain
for you to 'have fun' is impossible, anxiously waiting for something
finally he has the strenght to talk to you but it's not what you've been waiting for
it's just an idiotic and poorly phrased compliment that says more about his addiction than about what he's seeing in you
he's far away from here, away from you
you try to lose him in the crowd and tell yourself that this is the last time
you swear that you'll never waste your money to get into this club again, just to see him and be disappointed everytime

every weekend you find yourself in the same club, happy to be trapped in this loop

part 2 of 4

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