walking into smoke-filled rooms with silhouettes
you start moving closer to their flowered scents
you sense the warmth coming off their skin
until you can finally see their face's grins
you see the aches and pains on lit-up faces
inked, soft skin, and their close embraces
sober yet dizzy, you try to stay still
you keep your hands steady only through pure will
they finish their dance, some finish their drinks
you shake off the feeling of being in sync
until the next night, you're summoned to come
you can keep fighting it, you'll always succumb
