It is during the nights when we come alive, and mornings when we pretend to be.
I think we show our true selves past curfew, or maybe that's just me.
Wasn't it half-past eleven when you were angry with your Mom?
And wasn't it midnight when I said our classmates were dumb?
Weren't we yawning in that humid classroom?
We lacked sleep the other night from laughing too much in our bedrooms.
My time with you, was time well-spent—time done right.
I didn't just fall in love with you, I fell in love with the night.
