Stoplight

Late night in my head I'm out for a drive

Midnight feels like the rules might not apply

Oh whoa in a staring contest losing to a stoplight

Midnight feels like I might do a crime

Cause nothing's been moving

I can't take this much stagnation

I'm ready to run

I'm waiting on the sound of the gun

I'm down in a lunge

Just waiting on the sound of the gun

Yes no back and forth losing my sense of time

Everything melts into one long long long long long night

It starts to creep up on you what you're gonna let slide

Midnight feels like what I want must be right

Cause nothing's been changing

I can't manufacture much more patience

I'm ready to run

I'm waiting on the sound of the gun

I'm down in a lunge

Just waiting on the sound of the gun

I've been at this red light for years it seems like

I've been at this red light for years and years and years

I've been at this red light for years it seems like

I've been at this red light for years and years and years

Nothing's been moving

And I can't take it

Nothing's been moving

And I can't take it anymore

Cause nothing's been moving

I can't take this much stagnation

I'm ready to run

I'm waiting on the sound of the gun

I'm down in a lunge

Just waiting on the sound of the gun

I'm ready to run

Just waiting on the sound of the gun

I'm down in a lunge

Just waiting on the sound of the gun