Five minutes of raw honesty
on the concrete floor
By the loading dock where we locked the back door
You had a second profile you swore you deleted Now the jacket's
on my shoulder and the drama's completed (yeah)
Pretending not to watch your screen
Up on the high ledge,
trying not to be seen
On the rooftop, high above the street lights
HVAC shaking through
these heavy, cold nights
You check the glass,
you check the spin How did we let the cold wind win?
Your battery is down to two percent now
Sitting on the concrete,
wondering how
You left your winter coat hanging by the freight elevator
Now you're checking who viewed the story five minutes later
(pretending not to check)
Yeah,
on the rooftop ledge