The Most Beautiful Bitter Fruit La Dispute

[Verse 1]
After sundown, before sleeping, I am the worst of me. I am a mess of these Old themes
And the murmur of half-dreams whisper seductively and
Stage scenes
It's fear fiction, these visions, caught somewhere between delusion and prophesy
What I haven't done, what I've wanted to, and what I fear you have
Becomes reality here

[Verse 2]
Bright lights in the young night keep to the beat
A classic party scene, crowded and interesting
No love, no life, no history
Just touch, just chemistry, just
A roaring undercurrent simple and sensory
Young bodies, warm skin, perfect symmetry and
It's a moment, harmless. It's energy
It's like medicine
It's self-discovery
See, all the secrets I keep, why are they secrets?

[Verse 3]
It's only temporary, that fleeting feeling of warmth
Just a flash before the line gets blurry
Between a longing for more than what the body wants now and
What the body wants now more than anything
Was it integrity that kept my hands to myself or
Just the thought of getting too far ahead of you?
Was it that I got too tired of the consequence?
Or was I just scared?
I only know I never wanted to get left behind