Lean Back

Basement air, Thick like heat. Black boots stick to the concrete. Side door cracked, just a red beam. You lean close, say you want clean. But the crowd’s gone crooked, bodies off track. Hand on my jacket, pulling me back. Teeth flash quick like a card trick. You say, “Trust this, it hits real slick.” Lean back, let your heartbeat roll. Hands up, lose a little control. Slow breath as you sink real low. Lean back, lean back and let it go. Lean back till you don’t feel cold. Eyes close as the room turns gold. One taste and you’re in that zone. Lean back, lean back, you’re not going home. Lean back, you’re not going home. Lean back, you’re not going home. Cheap ink stamp fading on skin. Dark green wristband letting us in. DJ locked in a steel cage. Sweat writing names all on the stage. You talk fast in a short line. Two more hits, then you’re all mine. Laugh in my ear like a small crime. Say, “Trust this, we can stop time.” Lean back, let your heartbeat roll. Hands up, lose a little control. Slow breath as you sink real low. Lean back, lean back and let it go. Lean back till you don’t feel cold. Eyes close as the room turns gold. One taste and you’re in that zone. Lean back, lean back, you’re not going home. Lean back, you’re not going home. Lean back, you’re not going home.