I couldn't tell you at the time. You were trying hard to drive. The rain made our vision mauve, but somehow you got me home, safe. You are always, the sweetest thing. Even when its bright and early, and you're at your crankiest, you try to remind me how much I'm the one you hate the least. But eventually, you might.
I couldn't tell you at the time, we were listening to Frank. The rain invaded every line, but I sang to it the same. And when it became severe, you held my fingers and you steered. We looked closer than eyelids, Center console, kept us divided, You told me it'd be alright. while we listened to "Nights."