You just stood there.
Standing out from the masses.
You said you loved my hair.
It broke my heart because you were only just free.
And not at all ready to belong to me.

Guilt by the fire,
Mixed up emotions down to the bare wire.
My head was so fucked it was about to explode.
I was getting in deep but couldn't let you know.

We connect on so many levels.
Talking each other into the ground.
We connect on so many levels.
This thing rocks an unfamiliar sound.

Confusion ensued.
Whatever happens I am going to lose.
Mistrust, distrust, a bitter taste in my mouth.
But a rare optimism that this thing could work out.

And then we kissed.
I had to go with it not opportunity missed.
But your fucked up head could just not go with the flow.
And I'm left here floating with nowhere to go.

We connect on so many levels.
Physical attraction driving us mad.
We connect on so many levels.
To lose this now would be fucking sad.

Nights of raw sex.
In my head were you getting back at your ex?
Pure happy moments when promises are made.
With the light of the morning they're beginning to fade.

So where to now?
I want this to work but I just don't know how.
Unstable emotions do not great foundations make.
Get out or stay in, none is good for my sake.