Little Riot - 더 발룬티어스 (The Volunteers)

The keycard died before midnight The mirror blurred before I fixed my face My lipstick snapped like bad news My patience cracked in little ways Even my lighter failed twice in a row My drink went cold before I even touched it Of course, that dickhead never called me back You caught me on my ugliest day Your collarbone caught the hallway light Like trouble leaning into view Your sleeves were rolled with no excuse Your voice came low, like after smoke Something lazy in your posture Something careless in your smile Like bad days fit you just fine You looked almost worse than me Like your day broke differently What are the odds on nights like this? Two bad moods in symmetry Little Riot Are you an angel? We stood too close for strangers there Like we were wasting something good I looked expensive in a terrible mood My cool was running like a little riot Maybe nothing made much sense Still, nobody walked away Strange how broken hours like this Make everything feel a little true You looked almost worse than me Like your day broke differently What are the odds on nights like this? Two bad moods in symmetry Little Riot Are you an angel? You looked almost worse than me Maybe we were meant to miss Thought it would end like one of those days  Two bad moods, same scenery Little Riot Still a stranger?

------ Source: genie Romanised by JHnimm