Waiting If You Change Your Mind

If I called, would you come downstairs? Would you brush back all that guarded hair?

Let me kiss each careful fear you wear. Like it's vintage, something rare.

I'm not cool. I'm just here. With my truth and all these tears. Standing under buzzing

signs. Waiting if you change your mind. Ooh. You're my midnight

in the rearview. Close enough to almost touch. Heart keeps hitting on the window.

Every red light feels like us. I keep reaching for your shadow. Like it's something

I could hold. You're my midnight in the rearview. Fading, but I can't let

go.