Late

[Verse 1] Half a pack and a cold front Breath drawing maps in the dark You laughed at the haloed street sign Said everything ends with a spark Your hoodie sleeves stained with marker Doodles up over your wrists You swore that the sunrise was overrated Turned away Dared it to miss [Chorus] Now the passenger seat is a ghost town Seatbelt twisted like a question mark I still talk to your dent in the cushion Like you just stepped out to grab a light Every empty space keeps spelling your name In fog on the windshield at night If you’re just late Then I’ll keep waiting Under these parking lot constellations [Verse 2] Found your note in a phone bill Folded once Never addressed Just a joke about running on empty And skipping the part where you rest Your sneakers still sleep by the doorway Laces tied Frozen mid-rush Like any second you’ll trip on the threshold Kick the quiet out Break up the hush [Chorus] But the passenger seat is a ghost town Seatbelt twisted like a question mark I still trace that rip in the fabric Like a roadmap back to the start Every empty space keeps spelling your name In dust on the dashboard tonight If you’re just late Then I’ll keep waiting Under these parking lot constellations [Bridge] They painted over your locker Fresh white bleeding through the dent Still smells like metal and winter Like all the things you never meant I keep your last missed call on my screen Tiny star I refuse to erase If distance is just bad reception Why can’t I get you to answer this place? [Chorus] Yeah The passenger seat is a ghost town Seatbelt twisted like a question mark I keep shouting jokes at the silence Till my throat turns into a scar Every empty space keeps spelling your name In cracks in the ceiling at night If you’re just late I’ll die waiting Under these parking lot constellations