You start to feel alive
After he walks into your life
A text everyday
A coy smile on your face
He walks through the door
He's nervous I'm sure
A glass of wine to calm those nerves
His long hair and laugh
He kisses you at the loft
A spark crept up your spine
Sand in your socks
You can't remember the rest.

Mangoes and coconut for breakfast
You chose to stay with him
He makes you feel safe
A late night kiss, no sparks
only the light that peeks through the blinds
A walk on the boards,
You're still in your boots and dress
A jump in the ocean and naps on a blanket
Sand in your hair and waves crashing
He takes you home.

He wants to feel real
But you feel nothing
Both of them thought you were there for them
He is drunk touching your arm
While the other is coy and collected
He stares at you while he's on stage
While the other is hidden behind
They both want to take you home
Thoughts race through your head
You can't manage two hearts
In your lace dress
The night gets late
They play the strings and pass the drugs
Your friends arrive and lust fills the room
Jealousy and twisted advances
Polaroids and summer beers
Leaving in vans
You go back to his house
To only feel like a friend

We missed the fireworks
But listened to Springsteen covers by our friend's band
Then later in the night we walked down the street
To your house with your friends
Your long hair, tattoos and humble disposition
Led me to kiss you on your front porch
Then my friends arrive, one is on the floor
Too much alcohol for us tonight
Late night conversations and not seeing straight
A walk upstairs, clothes come off, and we're in your bed
I can't remember what was said, but I felt comfortable with you
I don't care if you're a rockstar and have a big house
I just want to lay with you and for nothing to make sense.

I remember I used to watch you play when I was 18
Every Thursday at that little Irish pub
Sometimes I couldn't keep my eyes off of you
When I had to seat the anticipating guests
I remember you gave me your number
But I was young and naive
And chased all the bad boys who would always leave
Now 8 years later
You're still playing in town
Your hair is long now
And your voice much deeper
I know you don't remember me
But maybe we can meet again
And this time I'll call you back