Do you remember that night in February

When we were sitting on your bed

And you were telling me about your family?

I should've told you I loved you then

Because the light from the streetlamp outside your window

Was painting your skin the color of sunsets

And my heart was screaming your name

And my skin was on fire

And I don't know why I didn't let you know

That I would've done anything for you.

We might have been perfect if I had been braver.