The Theatre Goer
Six million jaws hit the theatre floor
As I rest my hand in something wet and warm
I feel you watching from the corner of your eye
If you move closer to me
I won't mind
Just make it last
It's your skin, your hands, your face that's coming on
But it's regret that makes the cab ride home such a drag
Writer/s: Alexis Marshall, Nicholas Andrew Sadler, Samuel M. Walker, Jon Syverson
