I remember you and me in the middle of the night

I was drunk and you were high

You were walking me home as if it's unsafe

I said "It was fine," you insisted anyway

The wine was sour and you smelt of smoke

And now my cheeks are turning red and we both know it's not from the cold

I'm staring at your fingers like your hands are mine to hold

We're talking about anything to stop the silence from creeping in

So I'm picking fights under streetlights

You say you don't really care

But I do

I still think of you

It's like waiting at a station for a train that won't arrive

I'm staring deep into your 'Mr. Deep Blue' coloured eyes

I'm watching from a distance, you'll never have to see mine