Bus Back To Richmond

I held your hand on the bus back to Richmond
From New York on New Year's Day
Last night we forgot the champagne
So you drank a 40 and bought me a nasty rosé
We watched the ball drop from Brooklyn
The East River shining a sloppy display
Watercolor fireworks far away
Midnight hit and we didn't kiss
I kissed Mackenzie and Carson and tried not to look in your eyes
Your hopes were high and I hate falling short
Back at the flat of your friend
A studio loft by the Williamsburg Bridge
We danced ourselves clean got more drunk than we planned
Eight of us left to one bed and the floor
And the futon that sunk in the middle
And so we were closer than ever
Foreheads aligned your hand in my hair
Promising things I was so unprepared
Just waiting for you to lose steam
But it seemed you were fighting for your life
You wanted to see what you always believed about me
You said "Please give me a chance"
You didn't know that I already had