I'd be content with a place on your mirror
Under your graduation photos
And I would comply with a wallet-size

Tucked behind my licence

I saved the receipt from our dinner on 8th street
That little place on the corner
And where we used to make smiles locked for a while
Before we made our way back home

And this is about as PG as it gets in this back seat
And I hope hit every red light
To lean over, to deliver
And I hope hit every red light
For you, but mostly for me too

The door shuts, the window makes its way on down
Would you come closer as a lock of hair falls in your face
Your two eyes look up
Your two eyes look up

And like a kid you brush the hair back
With your breath
You make the cutest faces sometimes
I guess things will never change

And I hope hit every red light
To lean over, to deliver
And I hope hit every red light
For you, but mostly for me too

We can make it if you trust me
We can conquer anything
We can make it if you trust me, trust me

Could someone please destroy this elevator feeling
That's moving through my chest

Let's watch the planes land
And hope that one day ours will come in too

And I hope hit every red light
To lean over, to deliver
And I hope hit every red light
For you, but mostly for me too

I'd be content with a place on your mirror
Under your graduation photos
And I would comply with a wallet-size
Tucked behind my licence

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