Here’s Me Thinking You Knew

Watching from the wings
And the lights blur you see-through
You can't see me blushing
In a parked car at half eight late in December
Watching bystanders migrate from pillar to post
I love you the most

And we're traipsing through the leaves
Let's get out of hear
Chewing on your sleeves
Nothing comes near
I cannot be trusted
With it alone
Unless it is dark out and the lights have blown

Inviting me round
Stinging but sincere
You put your hair behind your ears
I was watching at the wrong time and our eyes met twice
You said "stop it" which was very good advice

Now you're being sick and I'm on the bath
Watching the walls
Watching the cracks
Tears fall like shards of glass
I think you've fallen for me but it's not the right time to ask
(It's not the right time to ask)

And nothing trips me up
Except you stopping hard
In your white hands
You hold the wild card