Second intermission   Anticipation   You know the third act   Small talk drops out of the play      You're standing in the lobby   Tightening your tourniquet   Waiting for it      And then the bell sounds   And the lights flash   And there's all these questions milling around   And there's no time to ask      No bliss for little Miss, leading   'Cuz she's learning about bleeding   But what is love if not exquisite   Our only saving grace or is it?      And somewhere inside your iris   Blooms the reflection of my surprise   As you stroll past every last do not enter   And touch me at my epicenter      And the bell sounds   And the lights flash   And there's all these questions milling around   And there's no time to ask      I'm always trying to get there   I never really get there   To that quiet place where   I accept myself      Instead, I'm deep inside some high school   Locker room no clothing   Popping the zits of my self loathing   Under fluorescent lights      And the bell sounds   And the lights flash   And there's all these questions milling around   And you're too ashamed to ask      Second intermission   Anticipation   You know the third act   Small talk drops out of the play      And you're standing in the lobby   Tightening your tourniquet   Waiting for it   Waiting for it