I Think You Were in My Profile Picture Once

I saw you from the bottom of the stairs, before you knew I was coming And though nervous and scared, I lingered on I heard most things break by the ends of these types of nights So I'll force upon every word I've brushed up on Since knowing we won't speak like this again You got a certain who knows what about you And I got a small amount of time To figure out what it is exactly and to whom does it apply But I know for a fact that these are broken nights Covered in bottles with the stench of a loss of life And I know that it's quite heartbreaking We won't speak like this again