Lost In Your Eyes

Lost In Your Eyes (Debbie Gibson 1989) 11/9

When I’m lost I can’t let go

There is a party going on and I’m gouging cookies

Knowing what I’m headed for

I pay for sex in apartments full of life-sized photographs

These black and white faces are edged in spokes

When I’m lost I can’t let go

I writhe on a table a horror movie victim

This party is for some guy I barely know and want to fuck

Knowing what I’m headed for

I listen to Radiohead and think about melting

I rethink my stance on poetry

When I’m lost I can’t let go

The sky is a myth it rains like watercolors turning puddle

Spotting the sidewalk like some period panties

Knowing what I’m headed for

I arch my back and think about cats

Then I turn my mind over and the party spills on the floor

When I’m lost I can’t let go

Knowing what I’m headed for