Bad decisions make better stories
The night we had our first date
Will always be a memorable one
No one will ever know
That you kissed me in the back of the club
That I got lost in your eyes and yours in mine
That you got drunk and I took care of you
That we slept in the streets of the city under rain and cold
A cold that we didn't feel as we were holding each other
But then, on our second date
Things reversed and the one that got drunk was me
I may not have clear memories of that night
But you brought me home
I was nervous, excited and still I felt some fear
Not because of you
Because he was on my mind
Looking at you
Hugging you
And sleeping next to you
Just made me realize how I was lying
To myself
To you
To everyone around me
I've always been seen as the ordinary girl
But let's be honest
Angels can be liars too
Or not?
