remember when
you told me i couldn’t dance
said “maybe when you’re sober”
i’d be proper for romance

but i had a great time
i had a great night
and you were the one with the missteps
so i went on with my life

cause catharsis can be salvaged on the dancefloor
and self respect can be taught in the apocalypse
of the flooding lights and fleeting bodies
trashed and desolate,
my heart growing stronger in those moments
without your kiss

so how about this for a twist:
i’ll leave you
and i’ll never regret it
i won’t even miss