Bus Back To Richmond

I held your hand on the bus back to Richmond

From New York on New Year's Day

Last night, we forgot the champagne

So you drank a 40 and bought me a nasty rosé

We watched the ball drop from Brooklyn

The East River shining a sloppy display

Watercolor fireworks far away, mmm

Midnight hit, and we didn't kiss

I kissed Mackenzie and Carson and tried not to look in your eyes

Your hopes were high, and I hate falling short

Back at the flat of your friend

A studio loft by the Williamsburg Bridge

We danced ourselves clean, got more drunk than we planned

Eight of us left to one bed and the floor and the futon

That sunk in the middle, and so we were closer than ever

Foreheads aligned, your hand in my hair

Promising things, I was so unprepared

Just waiting for you to lose steam, but it seemed

You were fighting for your life

You wanted to see what you always believed about me, mmm

You said, "Please give me a chance"

You didn't know that I already had