Sometime around midnight.

And it starts sometime around midnight, or at least that's when you lose yourself for a minute or two. As you stand under the bar lights and the band plays some song about forgetting yourself for a while, and the piano's this melancholy soundtrack to her smile, and that white dress she's wearing, you haven't seen her for a while. But you know that she's watching : she's laughing, she's turning, she's holding her tonic like a cross, the room's suddenly spinning.
She walks up and asks how you are so you can smell her perfume; you can see her lying naked in your arms. And so there's a change in your emotions, and all of these memories come rushing like feral waves to your mind : of the curl of your bodies like two perfect circles entwined ,and you feel hopeless, and homeless and lost in the haze of the wine. And she leaves with someone you don't know, but she makes sure you saw her. She looks right at you and bolts as she walks out the door. Your blood boiling, your stomach in ropes, and when your friends say, "What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost."
And you walk under the streetlights, and you're too drunk to notice that everyone is staring at you. You just don't care what you look like, the world is falling around you. You just have to see her. You just have to see her. You just have to see her. You just have to see her. You just have to see her.
And you know that she'll break you in two.