Sometimes at night when the streets are quiet I can hear the crosswalk talk from the stoplight by my house
Wait Wait Wait
And sometimes when I can hear the crosswalk counting down I close my eyes and
Iβm on the street corner and headlights are speeding past me and my head is pounding along with the bass lines and my breathing is getting labored and it would be so easy but the stoplight is yelling wait
as if it knows whatβs to come
as if it understands any more than the thirty seconds between green and red