[VERSE 1] 1:00 a.m. – I’m calling her phone, room dark, streetlight carving the stone. Bus doors breathe and she climbs my hill, truth on her lips, deep red and still. Sometimes I buzz and the hinge swings wide, Sometimes I glitch and she rides back through the night. She whispered in the nicotine air — I was dumb and young and unaware. [PRE] She kept coming over, late and clear; every sign said “right here.” [HOOK] I should’ve known at two a.m., I should’ve known at two a.m.; she kept coming over again and again — I should’ve known, I should’ve known. [VERSE 2] 2:00 I call — “come”… then “dont’ come.” Old elevator waking its drum. Gate clacks open, fireworks bloom; We count the sparks from my window room. Other nights I sent her to rain— she wore the truth; I missed it plain. She loved in sighs; I loved in code, hiding behind a careful tone. [BRIDGE | years later] I miss her quick — how sharp she spoke, the light in her eyes I almost broke. I miss the dimples on the small of her back, my hands remember what my courage lacked. Riding that lift, opening the grate, every floor a chance I made wait. [FINAL HOOK] I should’ve known at two a.m., I should’ve known at two a.m.; she kept coming over again and again— open the gate, say “come in.” I should’ve known at two a.m., I should’ve known, I should’ve known. [OUTRO] Same old hallway, soft and thin— if she called now, I’d buzz her in.
