Thought I could dance
Maybe not by myself
For once not by myself
Really be somewhere with someone else and

The loudspeaker speaks:
"Hey you should be yourself
So you can dance, not dwell
Under your hood like you always do."

And with my disjointed, grooveless effort - I tried.

So I had some drinks,
So I wouldn't have to think
about how to move my feet
and what you'd do with your's, and

You took my pulse,
which I was thankful for,
My heart it sank of course,
You grabbed my hand and dragged me…

And I thought if I fuck up like I always do - I tried.

So I lifted a foot,
and then the loudspeaker spoke,
in fact the loudspeaker yelled
just to remind me that:
"No need to obsess,
though she looks good in that dress
if you can pull this off,
you can maybe pull off that.

But for now, take it one step at a time and you go get that gold - you try. And I'll speak."

I wanted to yell shut up,
or maybe sit on the ground,
maybe faint right then and right there,
just dissipate into the crowd.
Then I had this thought -
Well if I draw her beauty
with the movements I could make
with my own flesh which I am
barely comfortable in,

She would know that at the very least, I'm trying.

So I'm doing my best,
And she was doing her thing,
Groove kitten on the dancefloor
and I'm a boxer in the ring.
And I'm beating on myself
in my un-winnable match,
she don't know I get stuck in my mode,
and how I don't just detach.

And she looks at me,
And her stare's visceral,
She hears the loudspeaker speak,
and it's invisible.

I panic and pause, and she says
"No you don't - we can dance right here,
but you gotta promise me,
try to let go of what you're holding onto
inside, I'm here to be with you while

We try. Don't speak. Just dance. No speak."