You don't see me against the wall listening to Kyoto.
You don't notice me slightly moving my body to the every changing beat.
You are oh so unaware of me starting to dance behind your toned back on the concrete floor.
You can't stop looking intently at your cell phone letting me express my pent up frustration your causing.
But when I know your blind and will never notice me, you turn around and look at me like im bat shit crazy.
Well I am an its all thanks to you and dubstep.