It was a cold night I remember
As I walked home from class, right past my front door
With you on the phone, the other on my shoulder
It’s not right to lie, but I got stuck at class, it’s happened before
My gloves could barely keep my hands warm
And I don’t remember what you said, but it sounded promising
As I paced back and forth past my half-opened window
While the arguing from your end kept me persistent on listening
And when she said my name, you didn’t dismiss it
I was too young to be a grown up with you, it wasn’t the time
I brushed it off as yesterday’s dream, I had a life waiting inside
And that night, in my navy blue peacoat, we started a timeline