Shane Hawley - Sequins lyrics

You stand awestruck In a hollowed out high school lunchroom that used to be a gymnasium She is hovering there in the copper sequins That so perfectly conforms to her body You a**ume that each one was carefully measured And pressed to her skin with purpose Her hair is a barely tamed explosion of looping curls and shimmering ribbon Tied precisely in place It is your junior year It is a winter dance And she is smiling at you Next to her Your beautiful girlfriend All glitter and bu*terflies Looks like a sparkly clown wrapped in packaging paper When you sleep with your high school crush Eleven years after high school Not everything about it is magical You are both drunk And have stumbled home from your forth bar of the evening You are laughing and kissing the way drunk people do In oversimplified movie scenes that skip from the first shot of whiskey To the stairwell in which you now find yourselves You are glad that her hand moves so quickly to your belt Because you have to pee And disastrous as it may seem This is a welcome and effective distraction Her apartment is nicer than yours would be if you lived in Los Angeles Or had an apartment There are throw pillows everywhere And more yoga mats that you've ever seen in a place that doesn't have communal showers You are certain there are no Raman noodles in the cupboard No plastic bottles of rum in the freezer No mother upstairs wondering what she is going to do with her life At the bar You shared stories about the last decade All the reasons she moved as far from Minnesota as possible Maybe to her You're an attempt to move to a better time Or maybe you're just an amusing apparition who can go drink for drink With a party girl from the Midwest Whatever the case You are in her bedroom Her hair is an untamed explosion of looping curls tying you precisely in place Wrapped together You crash into desks and end tables Flinging an impossible amount of bobbles And shimmering ribbon in disparate directions You are clawing through layers of spandex and lace Trying to find that sequin skin from the photograph in your head It is your junior year It is a winter dance And she is smiling at you Just Like This