Lyrics
What — You think it's gonna bite? There was a party, A DJ, a beat pulsed on. A college, a campus. A manicured lawn. I waited for Kelly 'cause she was my ride. I had combed the whole dance floor And wandered out — side The party… Or hallway… And it was — And it was April and chilly Or late March and warm. Our tour guide and Kelly were back at his dorm. The whole sky was spinning. I might have been drunk. As I steadied myself on the roof of her trunk All alone, was I lost or was I alive? In the space, in the hole she created. No anchor. Abandoned. I waited.