it's 10 past 3 and i'm wondering
If i'm in past over my head and i'm
filled with a lot of anxiety

Before you leave
Don't forget to grab your keys
For when you find your way back to here...

Wrong
Can't help but feel like these things aren't right
and you're
Gone

what i need to say
is so minor in scope but enough that it shakes me

if i had one day to think
i'd put the car in drive
tape my foot down, no more stops tonight

To say suprised isn't right
More like i've been blindsided
By the way you look tonight

it's midnight...
we're walking
it's cold out
come closer

The ball is in your court
And I can't play this game anymore

i think i'm two ticks off
from everything i said i wouldn't be
and one sigh short
of contradicting all of me

it was a night for
more than your sunday best
me dressed like a penguin
and her like a curtain set