The late-night missed calls
Is she in the room with us now, baby?
Asking feels wrong
I usually play it off like nothing, nothing
You got a past, I got one too
But mine doesn't know what I'm up to
I wanna become collected and cool
Truth is, I'm scared to ask you
If you're in your car, cramming every lie
Speeding, while the past echoes in your mind
And if it feels like hope, pulling in her driveway
If you're getting close, please don't
Please don't
Spinning me out
Close my eyes and I can feel her right here
Oh, I don't even know what's real, but
If you're at her door, in the pouring rain
Tryna find the words, calling out her name
And if the light turns on, she's there at the window
If you're getting close, please
Leave the past alone (leave it alone)
Some doors should stay closed (leave the door closed)
Nothing in there for you (nothing in there for you)
Please don't (please don't)
If you're on her bed, reaching for her hand
Studying her face, and it all takes you back
If you're leaning in, and everything rewinds
If you're getting close, please don't
Please don't, please don't