Under Elevator Lights

Three seventeen Nobody talking Only the hum of the elevator Gold heels in my hand Phone at one percent Another rooftop party That I barely remember Everybody knew my name Nobody asked how I've been Funny how a crowded room Can make you feel unseen The doors close The music disappears And suddenly it's only me in here Elevator lights Tell the truth at 3 AM Everybody knows my face Nobody knows where I've been Elevator lights Silver on my skin Everybody wants a piece of me But nobody gets in Twenty floors of silence Watching numbers turn to blue Lipstick on the coffee cup From a night I barely knew The girl inside the mirror Looks tired around the eyes Like she's carrying conversations She never says out loud The doors open The hallway waits But I stay there for another second Trying to remember Who I was before the noise Maybe I'm not lonely Maybe I'm just tired of the sound Of everybody needing something Every time I come around I'm more than a reflection More than a name they know There's a girl behind the spotlight Trying to find her way home Elevator lights Tell the truth at 3 AM Everybody knows my face Nobody knows where I've been Elevator lights Silver on my skin Everybody wants a piece of me But nobody gets in Nobody gets in Floor twenty-three Doors opening Back to who they think I am