In your car, you can set the color of the lights.
And sometimes we shuffle through all of them at once in a flurry,
But pink has always been my favorite.
So that night, when we parked a block from my house, and because of my own doubt
I cried, and cried,
And you held me, and held me,
I looked up, and the lights were pink.
I asked you why, and you said because they were my favorite of course,
And nothing could've ever said I love you louder.