Texty: Making April. Driveway.

So we pull into your driveway
I don?t want you to leave
The stars get your attention
I lean back in my seat and we just talk
And listen to the mix that you had made me days before
And I was never good at this
Insinuating lines that might lead to that first kiss
So roll your eyes with every awkward line I fumble
Until I get this right
Was I wrong to take this bound
?Cause I?m in love with what I found
But you?re coy and you?re holding things back
And I know you but I can?t see through
These doors that you won?t let me in
I guess I?ll turn around, I?ll turn around, and go
Well I?ll just go
And I?ll wake up with this taste of
A bitter sweet despair
?Cause holding you is like fighting for
A final breath of air that drifts the room tonight
I?m getting tight and I can feel you falling off

Bridge

Chorus

So give me one more chance I?ll take this
One more shot I?ll make this
One more feeling I can?t get from anyone but you, but you

Chorus

I guess I?ll wait around, I?ll wait around