I saw you around but i never saw for long

I don't know how we got here from me saying I've seen you around
But everyday seems to revolve around you.
I stayed up with you all night just to talk to you on the phone.
You didn't even hear me when I whispered that I love you.
So I shouted that "the world's a cold place and you're the only person I've ever met who's known how to light a fire."
You laughed at me for my ignorance and I secretly cried at yours.
Figuratively speaking to you means discussing dress sizes.
So I asked you just to stay for one more night
And you said that you would but only because being on your own in that perfect house was never going to feel right.
The carpet-burns on your elbows were just another gift I tried to keep you with.
As the heat that settles as mist on the window eventually lifts it's only the view out of the room that becomes a little clearer.
With each second our damned future becomes a little nearer, so our time together, it gets a little shorter.
The heat between our thighs lasts as long as your intentions and you mutter it's quite cold and would I mind putting the gas fire on.
I thought I told you that I didn't know how to work it and only you could save me now.
I think the other girls like it when you light up a room and not only because with you comes that little silver spoon.
You throw it on the floor once you could count to four.
I don't even know if you're that person anymore.
But when I told you the view outside was clear. I forgot that it was night and the smoke from all your fires is blocking out the light.