[Verse 1]

So make of this what you will

So many little shots in the dark

The same records, the same shoes

And a smile that almost broke your heart

Yeah, I'm all for local history

Three things I'll remember:

Her pasta was shit, she left with a CD still playing

And you, you always threw your arms around me in your sleep

[Bridge]

You see that girl in the left hand corner?

I said, you see that guy? The love story is famous

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]

Break hard

Every breath I choke

Every step I miss

My hands adrift with pressure

I remember that night clear enough

I turned up late and I didn't drink enough

Holding hands and losing touch

I said it, I said it, I said it, I'm walking away