Waffle House Sign

Sitting in the back of our friend's minivan
The lights and cars are blinding
It cuts through the rain
We're on the interstate
The road is winding

And I'm seventeen again
Sending signals with my mind
Begging for our knees to touch
Pathetic much?
I hope that you don't mind

I feel you look at me, secretly
From the corner of your eye
My cheeks are heating up
And now my gut is filled with butterflies
I turn to sneak a glance
There's a chance my peripherals have lied
You're looking past me out the window at the Waffle House sign

Can't even blame you
We're so high
Drunk on fluorescent yellow lights
I'm stuck on making you mine
You're stuck on the waffle house sign

I want this drive to last forever
The more traffic, the better
I queue a song, but it's a secret love letter
It seems to me that you don't notice
Your eyes go in and out of focus
But that won't stop me now
Denial's just as strong as hope is

I hope that we get pulled over
Just more time to win you over
I hope that I can finally touch your shoulder
I'm 17 again, sending signals with my mind
You're looking past me out the window at the Waffle House sign

Can't even blame you
We're so high
Drunk on fluorescent yellow lights
I'm stuck on making you mine
You're stuck on the waffle house sign



Credits
Writer(s): Riley Tinlin
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