Window Seat 3AM

3am window seat, your ghost in the glass

Streetlights asking questions I don’t wanna ask

Every raindrop spelling words I can’t defend

Riding with the silence that won’t ever end

Ticket pressed flat like a scar inside my jeans

Coffee turning bitter, cooling in the seams

Headlights stretch and vanish, highways breathing slow

Every mile behind me still refuses to let go

Curtains of the night fall heavy on my eyes

But sleep won’t come, it only multiplies

3am window seat, your ghost in the glass

Streetlights asking questions I don’t wanna ask

Every raindrop spelling words I can’t defend

Riding with the silence that won’t ever end

Flicker of a message, then it disappears

Typing dots collapsing, static in my ears

Faces blur like water running down the pane

Every shadow passing keeps repeating your name

Curtains of the night fall heavy on my eyes

But sleep won’t come, it only multiplies

3am window seat, your ghost in the glass

Streetlights asking questions I don’t wanna ask

Every raindrop spelling words I can’t defend

Riding with the silence that won’t ever end

Neon bleeding sideways through the window frame

Announcements in the distance call another name

If I close my eyes, I almost hear your voice

But the silence answers, leaving me no choice

3am window seat, your ghost in the glass

Streetlights asking questions I don’t wanna ask

Every raindrop spelling words I can’t defend

Riding with the silence that won’t ever end

Just me and the glass, 3am

Just me and the past, 3am