cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me

what the fuck is up with the apathetic lethargy plaguing my psyche? eat sleep work drink puke i can't even keep the hours straight. what day is today? who am i?

more importantly, who are you and why haven't you bought me a drink yet? yeah you - i see you there, leaning against the wall, watching the dancers. you think i can't tell that it's me you're really tracking with your eyes, following my movements across the bar. i can feel you touch me in your mind as you send your thoughts towards me, slipping under my clothes caressing my skin with their shivers. some would think it's just the bass, just the music pounding pounding against the people and the night, but i know better.