You were misreading moves
So I thought I would stay
As the night's winding down
I confess I drank too much again
And there's no safety left in numbers
Through the slew of drinks and charm in this dim lighting
It's that strange intimate altercation
Makes me think I should be sober before I move in
And there's no safety left in numbers
And heaven is being by yourself
Then heaven is being by yourself
And there's no safety left here at all
And there's no safety left in numbers