Passenger Seat

Escalator going down stairs going up
Feeling shy and walking slow around a little much
I was thinking about you today
Something to do with the reason that you never say
What's keeping you

There's a car in the street
Passenger seat covered in magazines
Happy to be sitting here endlessly, in front of the heat
Blowing out of the thing pointed at me

Maybe I said something wrong, it's no surprise
It was circling in my mind so long, tears in my eyes
There was broken windows but I don't remember why
Hope you find a time to let it out, don't wanna pry

There's a car in the street
Passenger seat covered in magazines
Happy to be sitting here endlessly, in front of the heat
Blowing out of the thing pointed at me