Same way I keep thinking we are...
And he’s letting it happen.
He's letting her sit on him, kiss him,
and letting me stand there and watch it.
He’s not choosing one girl.
He’s keeping us all around,
letting us all think we’re the only one who matters,
playing every one of us,
right in front of each other.
And none of us are walking away.
Jesus.I don't know what's real anymore.
The song fades out behind her.
Andrew lets the last note fall off his fingers,
chord lingering before it drops.
Then he steps up to the mic,
breath hot against it.
Squinting at someone in the crowd.
“Yo, my guy in the black tee, stage right?—
“yeah, I see you.”
Andrew smirks when the crowd stirs,
playing into it.
He strums a few teasing chords,
glancing sideways.
“Don’t make me hop down there, bro.
“You don’t want that.”
The crowd laughs.
The guy barks a dumb,“What?”
It’s the creep at the edge of the crowd who hasn’t taken his eyes off me.
Andrew’s gaze slices back to him,
the joke in his mouth but not in his eyes.
