Stars

There's stars on the ceiling, stars in your eyes
I've never seen you drunk before, I've never seen you cry
But with that little bit of alcohol, a little bit fear
Your eyes tell me everything, they say kiss me right here
But I don't, I retreat- confidence has never been my style
Let's just watch the bands!?
They say it and then smile
Our names with an ampersand, a push to move us closer
Your eyes struggle to lock on me
I feel you falling over- this can't be over?

I guess it's what some people call the end

There's stars hanging from you mantelpiece
Stars hanging from your sky
I've never seen you sober. I've never heard you lie
But with that little bit of alcohol, I push away my fear
In the garage I tell you everything, mopping up the spilt beers
But when I do you retreat, treachery has never been your style
Let's just watch the bands?! fuck!? with been alone a while
In an indie tent playing shit tunes, the crowds push to move you closer
Your eyes struggle to lock on me, I feel you falling over
This can't be over?

I guess it's what some people call the end

Me? I call it falling in love with your best friend