Even when the sun goes down and the bottles spill over,
When all the smoke clears out and the party dies.
I stay awake, I run restlessly.
All my circles close up, all my cliques quiet down.
But I keep my heat, I keep my passion and my flavor.
The moths continue to flock towards the bright beacon, the dazzling radiance I keep perfumed on me reflects million dollar damages.
Emotional and painful damages.
The party dies when I leave, the crowd follows where I sleep.
Slow jamming to my dreams.
Praised like a queen, never needing self esteem.