Midnight Nobu

[ Lyrics ]

Midnight Nobu, still craving you.

Candle flicker on your collarbone, sake warm in my hands,
you’re telling jokes like we’re not both just playing plans.
One seat over, world away — but your knee brushes mine,
and suddenly the city slows, forgets to shine.
You order what I like, remember the way I take my tea,
and I pretend it doesn’t mean you still think of me.
Between the tuna tartare and a glass of something sweet,
I taste the past — but it don’t taste complete.

We don’t talk about the fights, the flights we took apart,
don’t mention how you left with silence in your heart.
But the quiet’s got a rhythm, soft and low and true…
God, I missed the way you look when you’re looking at me too.

Midnight Nobu, still craving you.
Every bite feels like a promise we could start anew.
Chopsticks pause, eyes collide — half a second, but it’s true:
I’m tangled up in us again, just like I knew.

You laugh at my old nickname, the one you used to moan,
and suddenly I’m twenty-one, tangled in your sheets back home.
Now we’re wrapped in linen, velvet booths, and low-lit lies,
but your hand finds my wrist like it’s claiming territory.
You say you’re different now, that you finally know your truth,
but your thumb’s on my pulse like a habit you can’t lose.
One confession slips out — “I dream in your perfume” —
and the room leans in like the truth’s playing roulette.

We don’t talk about the pain, the promises undone,
but your voice drops low like we’re stealing back the sun.
And if this night’s a mistake, let it be a slow one too…
‘Cause I’ll take this version of us — even if it’s just for two.

Midnight Nobu, still craving you.
Every touch feels like a language only we construe.
Silence speaks in volumes, tells me what to do —
fall right back or walk away… but I’m not through.

Is this love or just a mirror?
You reflect the girl I was before the fear.
The fame, the flights, the thousands of goodbyes —
and here you are, the one who saw me rise…
…then watched me disappear.

Midnight Nobu, still craving you.
But I’m not the same girl who walked out on a clueless truth.
I can taste the hunger, feel the old heartbeat —
but I won’t trade my peace for a moment’s heat.
Midnight Nobu… I’m still human.
But I’m not yours.

…Not tonight.