When I held back the doors and accidentally my hand touched yours — you smiled
But if my voice sounded unsteady it’s because by then I was already beguiled
And I knew as the rain beat down outside
There was nowhere else to hide
You were going to have to speak to me As we sheltered there together and talked inanely about the weather — I thought
How it would be obligatory to ask for your number if this was a story — but
it’s not
And so, I watch you walk away
And then waste my whole day
Imagining the things you do Like how you’re bound to love quiet men
And if we meet again, how I’d actually speak to you
Here’s the funny part, I wouldn’t know where to start
That’s cos I’m always the quiet one, you’ve already gone