2nd Intermission Lyrics - Ani Difranco

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 

Waiting for it 

And the bell sounds 

And the lights flash 

And there's all these questions millin' around 

And there's no time to ask 

Blissful little Miss Leading 

She's learning about bleeding 

But what is love if not exquisite art 

Our only saving grace or is it 

And somewhere in your iris 

The reflection of my surprise is 

Stroll past every last 'do not enter' 

And touch me in my epicenter 

And the bell sounds 

And the lights flash 

And there's all these questions millin' 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 zits of my self-loathing 

Under florescent lights 

And the bell sounds 

And the lights flash 

And there's all these questions millin' around 

They're too ashamed to ask 

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 

Waiting for it