Dear Past Mistakes

i fell straight into your arms like a drunk who's been on it all morning
and the sun’s rising and my head's messed up
and immediately i grab you
you go all red like the first time
i love it when you do that
god, i love it when you do that
i cocoon round your shoulders 
when you're half cut
and you're frozen and you've got that visible breathing
you're depending on me again
wishing i was more awake instead of thinking
at 2 am when you're bittersweet at noon