Why, why, why has it all come to this? Do you know what I am talking about?

Let me remind you. It was that time you went dancing. I saw you. I didnt know you, we had never met, but still I sat there over my drink and imagined what it would be like to be in your life.

It got pretty convoluted pretty fast. I don’t know if it had much to do with the alcohol. My imagination has always been vivid and taken me through flights of fancy.

It got to the point where we had fucked, held each other, married and gone to some far off land to live our life in fantasy. Why didn’t you hold up your part of the bargain?

Perhaps if I had asked you to dance!