You are an empty parking lot at night You are the inside of an abandoned store You are my room at 4:30 AM, Left over heat, cold taking over. I'm sorry I wasn't the picture you painted of me I'm sorry I couldn't complete you. We were walking in the streets at midnight I was breathless and my skin was cold. You were that night When we stared at the sky and kept me warm I'm sorry I believed that's who you were.