Find it hard to believe tonight

In a curiously well-kept house built before I was born

This year we're gonna stamp out the sorry feeling

Rain on summer vacation

Five blocks from Tasker-Morris station

f**k the ride home

If I can't find two bills to rub together before

Midnight rolls around

I thought you heard me

Sing your spirit sound

You turned in early

Left the TV flickering

It staged

Romance across your face

Said goodbye from the front porch

I always wonder if you're smiling at us or if you're looking away

I'd ask but either way I'd feel sorry for ya'

Locked your love in a screenshot

They don't work that way

But I'd been wishing I could say that I don't

The selfish side likes to think my execution's more

of an honest one

These artists all cut clock with underscored

Conviction

Blacked out friction

Flies me back to Baltimore

To wait for you

And I'm stuck here too

Until midnight rolls around

I thought you heard me

Sing your spirit sound

You turned in early

Left the TV flickering

It staged

Romance across your face