The One Wrong One

The dance floor where I do my best is your, your mattress.

Why can’t we act like little kids again? Living in a fantasy world, not caring what other people think of them, because it’s THEIR world. Not anyone else’s. And why do we have to make it all complicated with all that “he said, she said” nonsense. Or the dating situations. Maybe they do live in a fantasy land. Free of care and worry.

Oh god, it seems that I misplaced your secret.
But I can see what it does, oh how it lights you up.
Oh god, this season’s had some better days.
Keep it steady cause you’re losing your pace.
We’re never gonna be the same.