Taxi

It's past midnight and you don't know where we're going,
I have an idea but it's better not knowing.

Lights sparkle on the windows as we pass through nightlife
The night that causes the not so rights
for some people.
But not us.

The digits on the meter spiral as the tires kiss the wet ground below
Our driver is a nice fellow
of few words
No words spoken between the two of us
or him.

You're not yourself tonight
It's easy to see through the blur and club lights
behind us.

The stale smell of this cab breeds into our clothes
taking over the smell of the club
before we saw each other across the dim lights
and cheap perfumes, cologne of same value
high heels and too much liquor
running mascara and smudged lipstick
bathroom stall tears, fears, whispered words
in a cloud of blur, not for me
I'm not a disaster, no need for a plaster
I'm no fix me upper.
I smile.
music killing the hearing
numbers on napkins, accompanied by slurred lines
I can see just fine.

I already knew your name, no need to play any games
feeding into the scent of the night
I'll keep you in my sight, won't put up a fight
escape into the right
direction.
Infection. Infectious.

A block away, who's to say how this will end.
If at all.
Stumble with keys, opening the door.
Fall to the floor, no need for anymore.
Disappointments.

Come to a stop, meter switches off.
Pay the man, pay for the night, pay for what's to come
pay for what's left of the late hour
Open the car door
Now what?

I get my shoes wet.