She started off the conversation by asking what perfume I was wearing 

I laughed and caught her eyes as she stood staring 

I replied, “I'm not sure, I think I stole it from my sister.” 

By the morning it would be me who kissed her 

I never knew a feeling so foreign as how I felt when she sang 

I blamed it on the flashing lights and the sweat under my bangs 

She was the sweet and sour kind of heartbreak 

The kind where you barely realize the dull ache 

The kind that starts off with beautiful hands on your hips 

And then leaves you tear stained with a tingling on your lips 

She took me to the side alley where her hair caught the breeze  

The only thing running through my head was her, me, we 

I kissed her quickly, my eyes closed 

She brushed my face with her cold fingertips  

She looked at me with pity before saying 

“sunrise sweetheart, time to start again”  

And as she walked away, the vibrations in my chest began to hurt 

I could still faintly smell the perfume on my shirt