Your hands were freezing cold 
I said meet me in the pocket of my jacket
Where I will keep you warm
You said you were allergic 
To any kind of pickup line
So I bet you one drink
That I'd take you home that night

That's when the magic started taking over
That was the start of a series of tragic events
And the butterflies and the sparks stopped flying
That's when I knew it wasn't me it wasn't you

I first met you on my birthday
You were so polite 
And it was frightening
You told me stories of your worst days
And we smoked cigarettes 
Threw it all out the window
As we touched our smoking lips

That was the start of a beautiful friendship
That was goodbye to all our innocence 
The butterflies and the sparks stopped flying
That's when I knew it wasn't me it wasn't you.

That's when I knew it wasn't me and  you would go alone.