We stand side by side on the corner of the road. I watch you smoke your cigarette-- you **** in and blow. It begins to rain; I check the time on my phone, And I say to you, "Matty, I want to go home." You ask, "Why, babe? Did I make you upset?" I reply, "No, but I am getting wet." You give me a smile, take off and hand me your jacket. "Matty, don't you need this?" "Nah, baby. Have it." So we stand side by side at the end of the street, With my head on your shoulder and your arm around me.