It's not a prop

i'll be shutting down soon
didn't mean to be so let down
i don't know why he left the room
couldn't keep his attention
i'll be switching off soon
it's never going to happen
feel like i've been put in my place
a secret admirer for life
the drink in my hand ain't no prop
it's what's left of my collapsing night
who do i lean my ladder against
to get over my embarrassment
i want him without regret
i want it written in cement
such a sucker for attention
to wipe the dust off my still life
the drink in my hand ain't no prop
it's what's left of my collapsing night
i'm not moving
i can't calm down
i won't say anything
i won't remember any names
i'm not moving
i can't calm down
i won't remember anything

i'm just going back to bed
prosecute myself all night
i'm my own biggest threat
said nothing wrong but i can't get it right