I held your hand on the bus back to Richmond
For New York on New Year's Day
Last night we forgot the champagne
So you drank a 40 Bob me a nasty rosé
We watched the ball drop from Brooklyn The East River shining,
a sloppy display
Watercolor fireworks far away
Mmm
The night hit
and we didn't kiss
I kissed McKenzie and Corson
And tried not to look in your eyes Your hopes were high and I'd
fallen short
Back at the flat of your friend A studio loft by the
Williamsburg Bridge
We danced ourselves clean,
got more drunk than we'd planned
Eight of us left to one bed and the
floor And the futon that's in the middle
And so we were closer than ever Foreheads aligned,
your hand in my hair
Promising things I was so unprepared
Just waiting for you to lose steam
But it seemed
you were fighting for your life
You wanted to see what you always believed
about me
You said please give me a chance You didn't know
that I already had