Find it hard to believe tonightIn a curiously well-kept house built before I was bornThis year we're gonna stamp out the sorry feelingRain on summer vacationFive blocks from Tasker-Morris stationFuck the ride homeIf I can't find two bills to rub together beforeMidnight rolls aroundI thought you heard meSing your spirit soundYou turned in earlyLeft the TV flickeringIt stagedRomance across your faceSaid goodbye from the front porchI always wonder if you're smiling at us or if you're looking awayI'd ask but either way I'd feel sorry for ya'Locked your love in a screenshotThey don't work that wayBut I'd been wishing I could say that I don'tThe selfish side likes to think my execution's moreof an honest oneThese artists all cut clock with underscoredConvictionBlacked out frictionFlies me back to BaltimoreTo wait for youAnd I'm stuck here tooUntil midnight rolls aroundI thought you heard meSing your spirit soundYou turned in earlyLeft the TV flickeringIt stagedRomance across your face
