Traffic (7am)

Every morning felt like traffic
Brain full of static, words automatic
Is there a thing you were searching for?
Or do 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 make you feel like a home away from home
A seasonal depression song to sing alone
'Til 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 we're 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