It was all too familiar when you parked your car on the side of my street
The night before I left town for at least a week
You stood outside as you looked in through my second-story window
The light was on as I changed my clothes
It wasn't weird though
We stayed out late and you told me what your biggest fear is
We stayed out late and we talked about conspiracy theories
In a minute we were in the next town over sitting at a red light
And you played your music loud, we were the only ones around
You paid for me in the drive-thru as if you had the money
You said, "Am I the person that I think I am?
Or I hope to be?"