daredevil
she spins around the room
with ribbons flowing from her fingertips
wrapping themselves around the necks of past lovers
only waiting to watch her fall
tonight, the jokes on them

dancing
as though it's the only way to save her life
she'll lift the bottle to her lips one too many times
to keep the music pumping through her veins
the colors of every movement consume her
was she always this alone?

underneath
she's forgotten the name of this club
just as she's learned to forget their faces
looking down on her twirling out of control
once the tables have turned
won't she have a story to tell

now
she begins to slow
the colors blend together
her surroundings begin to take on consistent shapes
she'll take the closest hand and follow it home
never knowing who was stealing her this time
the music quiets and dies
and as the crowds start heading for the doors
she stands in the middle of the dance floor

alone
the lights go up
and it's true
she was always this alone