quiet 3am drive home

That quiet night, I saw the devil in me dancing around the pavements of the street we won't walk on ever again The moon were eerily dimmed, and now I think she was trying not to glance in our affairs The car was curiously loud and now I think it was dying not to let me remember your voice, which now I long for They won't let me consume you and now I think you were sincere for you never knew I was…