Windows fogging up again
Voices barely more than breath
Telling me the things you've never said
To anyone but me
The engine's cooling down while you're warming up to truth
And I'm afraid to move
Afraid you'll stop
And the backseat confessions You're
giving me pieces you've been hiding
And I don't know if I should hold them Or
if they'll disappear when the sun comes
These backseat confessions Feel too heavy and too light
And what's,
what do I do with all this honesty When the night
is done
You're tracing patterns on the glass
Like you're writing what you can't say back
And every word Lends softer than a touch
But cuts a little deeper
I
wanna say I understand
But understanding means it's real
And real means I'ma lose this when we open up the doors
And the backseat confessions You're
giving me pieces you've been hiding
And I don't know if I should hold them Or
if they'll disappear when the sun comes
These backseat confessions Feel too heavy and too light
And what's, what do I do with all this honesty
When the night is done
Do you trust me or just the dark
Will you still lead us when we have to part
I'm holding every word Like it might break
But maybe I'm the one who's not safe And the backseat confessions
You're giving me pieces you've been hiding
And I don't know if I should hold them
Or if they'll disappear when the sun comes
These backseat confessions
Feel too heavy and too light
And what's, what do I do with all this honesty
What do I do
When the night is done