Close encounters of the normal kind
The stage was small But it didn't matter The band could rock He was staring at her She kept looking back The talk was tiny About things that didn't matter A couple songs later his hand had found her hip She knew he was drunk And when he kissed her No sparks flew No fireworks And all she thought as his breath hit her lips was "Aw fuck he's high too?" Call her a prude but if he's drunk AND high And she's sober missing out on all the fun That's just not fair He tried to grind up like it was some fucking club Thank god for her friends bailing her out So everything was perfect Except for the guy... A concert In a forest Her favorite song And He thought she could sing In the end she was the mysterious girl The sexy back of the room girl Who didn't look back as she walked away That he kissed And he was the drunk off his ass Couldn't see straight Broke drummer who got a little handsy That she kissed He didn't know her name She didn't know his He got the better deal











