“Moving” by Amber Luallen pt. 2

Just wrote this half, could be sung as an entirely new song, or just linked onto the end of the last lyrics. Please let me know what you think.

"Moving"

He's a bad boy
Easy on the eyes

Love his body
And his hand on my thighs

He loved me
But doesn't anymore

And he can't help how
He can't change how he feels

Now I'm movin'
Movin' on
Yeah I'm movin'
Movin' on

And I think about his heart every now and then
But the truth is, it's only now and then

Make my way through the zombies and stoners
Gathered helpless on the dance floor

Now the strobe light dances in my ear
I watch as I sip my vodka cranberry

There's a guy across the room smiling at me
And I'm home

Now I'm movin'
Movin' in
Yeah I'm movin'
Movin' in

And I think about his face every now and then
But the truth is, it's only now and then

I step out onto the wet pavement
Alone beneath the holy streetlight

And the truth is I've never felt more at home

Now I'm movin'
Movin' movin'
Can't stop movin'
Movin'

And I think about his home (unconditional love) every now and then
But the truth is, it's only now and then

 

The more I analyze this song and write the more I feel it's a song about tragic heroes not needing people, but purely needing one's own self. I love that. Please let me know if you'd like to help me and make it into a song.