We met on mutual ground
But you avoided my gaze
Until I lost your face
In the next morning’s haze.

You’re shoes could’ve woken up the whole street.
They drowned out the birds screaming in the trees.
We sat down on the stone stairs
And I watched the scars on your knees.

We met on mutual ground.
You fell out of your dress.
This bar’s not open late enough,
So let’s go home and make a mess.

They smiled and left the room
To leave us with more space
But we stayed where we were
And just had a drink to the chase.

good night kiss equals a quick reaction
But it’s hard to believe I’m fully grown.
So as usual, we parted on vague terms,
So you could climb back on your thrown.