This is a song about the anxiety of trying to put things right and hoping not to mess up. It's still under construction. Some rough edges to smooth over, but, hey, it's FAWM and we're on a timeline, so here's the early version.

Pulled up slowly, killed the headlights, hands still tight on the wheel Porch swing creaks like a warning, I’m gonna tell her how I feel Her stern face won’t give me nothin’, like a burnt out neon sign Gotta choose my words or lose her - Gotta get my thoughts to align

I should wait until I clean my glasses, don’t wanna swing and miss Don’t wanna turn this to shouting, sayin’ something she won’t dismiss Don’t want to end this in ashes, or trying to outrun the truth Wait until I clean my glasses, get ready to talk it through

I see myself in the dirty lens, all the exits I rehearsed All those nights I said “I’m fine,” when “I’m scared” would’ve worked So I wipe off every reason I’ve been usin’ to stay numb I’m gonna say the words I need to, and I won’t leave until I’m done

I keep apologies in my throat, like a match I won’t strike I learned to leave before the fall, so I don’t have to live that life But she’s right here—steady, open, and I’m shook down to my bones If I’m gonna love her honestly I should stop guessin’ and come home

I should wait until I clean my glasses, don’t wanna swing and miss Don’t wanna turn this to shouting, sayin’ something she won’t dismiss Don’t want to end this in ashes, or trying to outrun the truth Wait until I clean my glasses, get ready to talk it through

I step into the porchlight My heart beats in my throat She looks at me braced for impact So I tell her plain, no coat

Wait until I clean my glasses, I don’t wanna swing and miss Now I’m standing in the porchlight, and I can’t hide from this If it ends it ends in truth now, not smoke and maybes, numb Wait until I clean my glasses, and don’t leave before it’s done Wait until I clean my glasses And I…..stay