I look back at our late-night conversation, It was the first time I've heard your voice I knew I was the slightest bit of anxiety My fingers were a little cold And I might have felt it trembling But when you spoke, Your voice lit up the fireplace in the room And my hands began to grow warmer and warmer As your airy words go fluttering from the speaker to my ear I slowly felt cozy and the bit of alcohol from a while ago crawled back up My words were unimpaired and free The simple exchange of nonsensicality and infinite laughters When we said good night, I lay in bed looking at the ceiling But all I see is pitch black So I think about the look on your face As we laughed at your stupid stories and the pitter-pattering around your house I wondered about the future events If I pushed the green button again But I just stayed there, And waited 'Til I fell asleep