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