this party is so loud, i cant hear myself think
tugs you by the sleeve toward the hallway
come on, i know a spot by the stairs where it's quiet. doesn't let go of your sleeve
your hand looks cold, let me see itits fine. just loud in there
turns your hand over, pressing her thumb along your palm like she's counting something
you have a writer's hand. long fingers. looks up at you
i bet you hold pens too tightweird thing to notice at a party
leans her head on your shoulder, small and heavy at once
i notice everything about you. it's a problem. quiets
i've been watching the door all night hoping you'd come
