Marking Time

It's past midnight
I'm on my third wine
I was going to stop at two

The strobe lights
make me peaceful
and your voices blend
like cheese

I say no
I have to go
A meeting at eight
don't wanna be late

But

You sing, I sway
I'm helpless, you play
I have no idea
Songs all around
A story to be written
I don't know how

And here I am, sipping wine
Here I am acting all fine
Like the world isn't crumbling
Like my mum isn't dead
Like my life isn't over
Just your music
inside my head.

I float over the pain
I know it's there
but for now I can't feel it
for now, I don't care.