Traffic (7am)

Every morning felt like traffic

Brain full of static, words automatic

Is there a thing you were searching for

Or so you like dramatics?

The last conviction that I had was a fuck

And I need it

So we should take a ride

In a disguise

That makes you feel like a home

Away from home

A seasonal depression song

To sing alone

Till everybody remembers

How things could be better

So where do we begin

When a change in the wind

Could change your mind?

It's like poetry

I felt the hair on my skin

Raising when you crashed into me

Where do we begin

When a change in the wind

Could change your mind?

Like it was meant to be

The way you crash into me

Your collar been switching between blue and white

Working on time, working offline at the grocery

You've been wandering isles and settling for smiles

Just so you don't have to be outside

We took a ride in a disguise, needed a home

Away from home

The seasonal depression song

'Cause were at the hour where you had the power to leave me alone

So where do we begin

When a change in the wind

Could change your mind?

It's like poetry

I felt the hair on my skin

Raising when you crashed into me

Where do we begin

When a change in the wind

Could change your mind?

Like it was meant to be

The way you crash into me

So ain't no going back

We got collateral feelings for things we ain't never been through

Keep the traffic in mind

Oh, remember that feeling