Something make my chest stir
Something make my head blur

Patrick sits in the bar, bored and observant. Everyone is doing the same thing; drinking, flirting, watching the game.

Then you walk in. With your creamy brown skin, light blue sweater, and faded jeans. You look calm and happy. You seem peaceful.

Patrick feels his heart race with something he hasn't felt in a long time; hope.

Knowing what he has to do, Patrick goes up and introduces himself with a charming smile and a flourish of his fedora, "What a beautiful woman. I'm sorry, but I knew I'd regret it if I didn't introduce myself. I'm Patrick. What's your name, Beauty?"

"Y/N." You say smiling. Patrick just has a way with words, the way his voice is... He can get people to do anything, to bend at his will.

"Well Y/N, would you please do me the honor of coming with me to have a drink at my place?"

I'm not ready for a handshake with death, no

You have to admit it, Patrick is charming. His words are like the magic you always thought to be make believe, but but you don't know him.

"Patrick, you're sweet and everything, but, we don't even know each other. I could be a murderer, or you could be a rapist. How would I know." You say apologetically, not wanting to kiss your life goodbye any time soon.

Patrick steps closer to you, "Well, I know that your name is Y/N and that you are soft spoken, but strong minded. I know you care about the emotions of others and expect the same in return, I know that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and I know that your eyes shine like the sun, even in the darkness of a dingy bar. Beauty, I know you better than some mothers know their children, and they're apart of them."

You can practically feel your eyes glaze over. Hem, he makes a good argument... Right?

"Okay. I'd love to have a drink with you."

I'm just such a happy mess whoa

With your mind in his hands, Patrick smiles and holds the door open, tipping his hat and winking at the bar keep.

He smiles during the entire drive, "I'm so happy you said yes. I haven't wanted to impress a girl so much since preschool. I'm a bit of a mess."

You can't help but smile at the boyish look, not seeing his grip tighten on the steering wheel.

The drums are four on the floor
She comes to the bedroom for one more

Once you arrive at Patrick's house, he gave you the grand tour. His house is surprisingly clean and organized. "Here, please, sit while I get down the glasses. Is there anything specific you'd like? I was going to get you white wine, but didn't want to be the guy that accidentally put you in the hospital giving you something you're not able to handle."

Smirking at his gentle accusation, you nod, "White wine is perfect actually, thank you."

The idea was for you to have and sip on one glass, but you end up having three. And they are a lot bigger than they look.

Calming your laughter, you look around, "May I use your restroom?" Patrick nods in response, "It's down the hall, and on the right."

It's roughly three minutes later before you come back, hair spruced and lipstick refreshed. "Care for another glass?" Patrick asks, smirking and shaking the bottle.

You smile and sat back down, already a bit too ditzy for your liking, but unable to control yourself. "I was just about to ask."

I'm the invisible man
Who can't stop staring at the mirror
At the mirror

As the night goes on, you and Patrick have a great time, laughing and joking. All of a sudden, Patrick stops mid-laugh and clears his throat, "You know, this is nice. I, I never in a million years would have thought that I'd get anyone as beautiful and kind as you to ever even talk to me.

"I've always been a bit of a failure, and people have never really let me forget it. You remind me of myself before. You remind me of when I had hope; before I had to depend on empty people to...never mind, this is not first date talk right?

"It's a bit late anyways. Let's get you home. Maybe we can meet up again sometime?" You smile clumsily and kiss Patrick on the cheek, "I was just about to ask. How about this weekend? We can meet up at the bar? Around five instead of nine."

Now is Patrick's turn to smile at you, "Sounds like a date. Now we shall be off, I musn't leave you barely rested."

I want to make you as lonely as me
So you can get get addicted to this
You can get get addicted to this now

As the days go on, you begin to spend more and more time with Patrick, and every time, he slips up and tells you of his vulnerability. Soon you begin to cling to it. Depend on it to make him feel better. She just want to take some of that empty feeling away.

But Patrick doesn't just think he is nothing, he knows it. He wanted it.

He'd wait in that bar for someone to walk in, someone who seemed able to empathize; make his invisibility theirs so he wouldn't be invisible alone. And he found it in you.

He is the invisible man, and you are becoming his shadow woman, soon to be nothing, just like him.