tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Hey, can we stay a bit longer?

Just until the wine in my glass gets warm.

I know, I never finish my glass of wine.

I know, I always end up giving it to you instead.

But I'd rather taste it from your lips.

Hey, will you kiss me once more?

Just before the wine in my glass gets warm.

There will be time to go home and to undress and to love.

But I want to see the city lights shining bright in your eyes.

You know, they always shine brighter in your eyes.

Could we dance a little longer?

I think your hair is pretty with the wind in it,

I think tonight the city is pretty with you in it.

Won't you promise me we will stay?

until the music gets quieter,

your eyes get softer,

my hands get warmer.

Until the sky gets pink

and sunrise blushes.

I know I said I was tired but nevermind that, please.

There will be time to go home and to undress and to dream.

This night feels brighter than any dream.

It always shines brighter in your eyes.

I know you promised there'll be many nights like this,

I know you always keep your promises.

But can we stay a bit longer?

Just until I finish my glass of wine.

I know, I never finish my glass of wine.

And I'll never know a thing about the cute guy sitting on the other side. Cute and boring. I'd steal his clothes but that's about it.

I moved into the new apartment. You'll probably never see it. But it has you written all over it. The faux wood floor, the cream coloured walls, the clawfoot tub. I wanted to text you after seeing the burgundy armchair. Then I remembered. What you told me the night you packed your things and left the drawer empty. How weird it feels that I don't have to keep another toothbrush anymore, just in case you forgot yours at home. It doesn't quite make sense to me that you won't see how the sunset hits the bathroom window everyday at 4:50 in the afternoon. That I won't see how the golden light hits your hair in that copper hue that left me hypnotised. I signed the lease after seeing the light from the window. There's a pillow next to mine which doesn't make sense if your head is not resting on it. If I don't wake up whining on a Sunday morning because, no, I didn't like when your hair got caught in my mouth. But, yes, I did like hearing your sleepy giggles first thing in the morning.