Stoop Confessions

On a concrete stoop where the porch fans spin Your soft-launch almost

let the secrets in

Trading whispers for a lighter's spark

Tracing shadow lines across the dark

(oooh) I'm holding onto props in the fading light

A spare key heavy in my coat tonight

The one I never quite returned to you

(ahhhh) Instant regret

under glittery skies No need to flex with these tears in our

eyes We traded secrets and we left them behind But you're still

running through my mind

Prop in frame, it is a quiet mistake

A cold reminder of the vows we break

I flip the brass metal in my hand

Writing endings that we never planned

Just a spare key

Just an instant regret (yeah)