Always The Quiet One

When I held back the doors and accidentally my hand touched yours - you smiled

But if my voice sounded unsteady it's because by then I was already beguiled

And I knew as the rain beat down outside

There was nowhere else to hide

You were going to have to speak to me

As we sheltered there together and talked inanely about the weather - I thought

How it would be obligatory to ask for your number if this was a story - but it's not

And so, I watch you walk away

And then waste my whole day

Imagining the things you do

Like how you're bound to love quiet men

And if we meet again, how I'd actually speak to you

Here's the funny part, I wouldn't know where to start

That's cos I'm always the quiet one, you've already gone