Midnight: Carroll Street

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