Party girls don’t get hurt, Can’t feel anything, when will I learn. I push it down, push it down. I’m the one “for a good time call”. Phone’s blowing up, they’re ringing my doorbell. I feel the love, feel the love.
Sia’s Chandelier kept playing on loop. She wasn’t singing along though. I love that song, so I was screaming on top of my lungs, what is otherwise known as braying. But, now when I think of it, it might not be have been the best song to play at that moment.
She always hurried with her words just as she did with her feelings. As I sat in the car looking at her, I tried to make sense of her rambling, her sobbing made this even more difficult. “Ugh, feelings,” I thought, before I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. I really must stop doing that.
I was finding it very hard to concentrate on what she was saying. My mind kept wandering. “We’re a ticking time bomb. Eventually, we’re going to blast, ” she said. At that exact minute, everything went silent. Damn this music system, I thought. If friends and family could soothe away the pain, she would have healed by now. I wondered if I should tell her that, then again I decided to shut up. I didn’t ask her what happened this time. I didn’t want to know. It was not my place to advise.
As I desperately searched my head to tell her something, anything that would make sense, words failed me. Suddenly, the song swung into action. Picking up, from where it had previously abandoned me.
I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist Like it doesn’t exist I’m gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the Chandelier.
She wiped her tears. And this time around, she was the one singing.