second intermission
  anticipation
  you know the third act
  small talk drops out of the play
  you're standing in the lobby
  tightening your tourniquet
  waiting for it
  and then the bell sounds
  and the lights flash
  and there's all these questions milling around
  and there's no time to ask
    no bliss for little miss leading
  cuz she's learning about bleeding
  but what is love if not exquisite
  our only saving grace
  or is it?
  and somewhere inside your iris
  blooms the reflection of my surprise
  as you stroll past every last do not enter
  and touch me at my epicenter
  and the bell sounds
  and the lights flash
  and there's all these questions milling around
  and there's no time to ask
    I'm always trying to get there
  I never really get there
  to that quiet place where
  I accept myself
  instead I'm deep inside some high school
  locker room no clothing
  popping the zits of my self loathing
  under fluorescent lights
  and the bell sounds
  and the lights flash
  and there's all these questions milling around
  and you're too ashamed to ask
    second intermission
  anticipation
  you know the third act
  small talk drops out of the play
  and you're standing in the lobby
  tightening your tourniquet
  waiting for it
  waiting for it