Little Riot Lyrics by The Volunteers
The keycard died before midnight
The mirror blurred before I fixed my face
My lipstick snapped like bad news
My patience cracked in little ways
Even my lighter failed twice in a row
My drink went cold before I even touched it
Of course, that dickhead never called me back
You caught me on my ugliest day
Your collarbone caught the hallway light
Like trouble leaning into view
Your sleeves were rolled with no excuse
Your voice came low, like after smoke
Something lazy in your posture
Something careless in your smile
Like bad days fit you just fine
You looked almost worse than me
Like your day broke differently
What are the odds on nights like this?
Two bad moods in symmetry
Little Riot
Are you an angel?
We stood too close for strangers there
Like we were wasting something good
I looked expensive in a terrible mood
My cool was running like a little riot
Maybe nothing made much sense
Still, nobody walked away
Strange how broken hours like this
Make everything feel a little true
You looked almost worse than me
Like your day broke differently
What are the odds on nights like this?
Two bad moods in symmetry
Little Riot
Are you an angel?
You looked almost worse than me
Maybe we were meant to miss
Thought it would end like one of those days
Two bad moods, same scenery
Little Riot
Still a stranger?
