This is one of those nights that I refuse to be alone.
So here we'll sit, on our cozy secluded porch,
between dark of night and the breaking waves.
With our bottle of wine, and without a care,
we'll make out until we reach that addicting state of mind
know to me as comfort...

...and you can paralyze me here,
under the guided light of the stars,
blinking like tiny fireflies.
I know this isn't love,
but it sounds better than spending the night alone.

It's okay to feel uneasy,
I know that none of this will matter come tomorrow morning.
But for now, I'm screaming for lust,
and I'm aching for you.
So let's top this bottle off
as we let ourselves get caught up
in the beauty of being emotionless and drunk.

...and you can paralyze me here,
under the guided light of the stars,
blinking like tiny fireflies.
I know this isn't love,
but it sounds better than spending the night alone.

Tomorrow, we won't mean thing,
but what if I want us to?