I cross the street and you cross my mind
Carefully trying to avoid the pothole
But what does it matter?
I've fallen for you already

I once caught my breath in this spot
Shortly after, you took it away
At the moment where the city becomes visible
Looking to where the sun rises
You told me I was not your morning memory
But I always found my way into your thoughts

All day I had been trying to insert myself
Into your life, conversation, mind
Fighting with a girl who used the secrets I told her
To fund her vacations from pinky promises and movie nights

My voice must have hit the perfect spot in your ears
Because the beer you bought me kissed my lips
In a way that reminded me of you
And your hand on my knee was more comfortable
Than the yoga pants I was embarrassingly wearing
In a bar on a Sunday night

I tell myself the bright headlights shining in my direction
Are the cause of my blurry vision