If I really had to choose, November 18th would be the day of my second mistake

It was raining and my car was in the shop.

I was walking home and you offered me a ride.

We made small talk but I could tell your mind was somewhere else.

Or maybe it was just void, I don't know.

But you weren't in that car with me.

And I couldn't face the fact that someone as good and pure as you could be breaking all alone.

That was the day I realized I wanted to help you.