Midnight: Carroll Street - Into It. Over It.

Somewhere between caffeine and nicotine

You will find me unentertained and worn out

Pressed to the steps beside my house

It’s somewhere between upset and sick it seems

To still find me the finest quality of pure anxiety

I’m searching for the solace to call you out

To call you at all

So somewhere between midnight and Carroll Street

I will find you a colder shoulder than I’m used to

Bending receivers just to hear the truth

I’m demanding some answers

I’m keeping up with double standards

I am between the words you’re telling me

With a fine toothed comb

I’m drawing lines in my hindsight

Until the stories start to line up right

These details bent and broke us down

The finest rivalry of our anxiety

Searching for the courage to hear you out

To hear you at all

Somewhere between single life and sympathy

You will find me

You will find me

You will find me