Midnight on Cleveland street and the first snow I've seen in Richmond Homeward bound and out the window looks Like we're travelling in space Between us filled hazy with our breath like little Ghosts telling the secrets we never will express In it I can taste your yellow paint, at some point You have to do whatever it takes There's a difference between holding things in For the sake of my sanity And lying, you're coward not a saint, with the Way you bite your tongue Speak to me in this moment, earnest in return. You'll be fine, I won't mind You're sleepy and searching for some peace of mind You're drowsy, and I'm drowsy. You're drowsy, and I'm drowsy. You're drowsy, and I'm drowsy. You're drowsy, and I'm drowsy. Late night talks in a waffle house parking lot. Honesty grows with the passing hours of coffee cups Can't say I'm not surprised, Hands unclasp like the unbinding books I've been writing in between the lines of our lives You know I see right through you, I've been there too. You're gonna make it out alive Cigarette stained skin even though you just quit. Repeat some words to convince yourself you're not spread too thin. You're drowsy, and I'm drowsy. You're drowsy, and I'm drowsy. (Oh how hard it must be to be you. Oh how Hard it is to let go.) You're drowsy, and I'm drowsy. You're drowsy, and I'm drowsy.