We're in my room eating popcorn
and it's burnt because I never set the timer right
and we're watching a film
I promised myself I wouldn't cry
because I'm an ugly crier
but you don't mind
and you're stroking my hair
and my hand is on your chest
I'm wearing your sweatshirt
the one I stole from your closet
when I was cold
and we're holding hands in the pocket
and the movie's over
but we're still staring at the screen
and I look up at you
and you wipe the tears away from my eyes
and without batting an eye you lean in
and we kiss
I wish I never had to move

but now you're gone