[Intro] Late light on the stairwell, city humming low Our sneakers on the concrete, nowhere else to go [Verse 1] You were drawing constellations in your notebook lines Turning every empty margin into neon signs At the park, some kids were shouting out "6-7" Laughing like they'd just unlocked a secret heaven You leaned in and whispered, "I like how that feels" Like a code word for the spaces where the silence heals We were two blurred seconds in a long, long reel Trying on forever just to see if it was real [Pre Chorus] All our plans were half written, scribbled in pen Every almost moment asking us when If this is just a phase, if this is just a test Would we still show up and give it our best [Chorus] You kept saying "6-7" like a secret code Apartment numbers on a half lit road We were almost angels, not quite heaven Stuck between the lines, page 6-7 If love is out of 10 and we scored less than I still would circle back and choose us again [Verse 2] It was 6:07 glowing on your cracked phone screen When you said you might be leaving for a different scene College on the coastline, new streets, new skies I watched the future flicker in your tired eyes You said, "Maybe we're a 6-7, not a perfect score" "Something in the middle that I still want more" I laughed through the shaking, said, "That sounds right" Two almost grown hearts in the blue streetlight [Pre Chorus] All our plans were half written, scribbled in pen Every almost moment asking us when If this is just a phase, if this is just a test Would we still show up and give it our best [Chorus] You kept saying "6-7" like a secret code Apartment numbers on a half lit road We were almost angels, not quite heaven Stuck between the lines, page 6-7 If love is out of 10 and we scored less than I still would circle back and choose us again [Bridge] Maybe being in between is where we belong In the space after midnight, in the middle of the song If perfect is a number that we never reach Then 6-7 is a shoreline where our shadows meet [Chorus] You kept saying "6-7" like a secret code Apartment numbers on a half lit road We were almost angels, not quite heaven Stuck between the lines, page 6-7 If love is out of 10 and we scored less than I still would circle back and choose us again [Outro] Late light on the stairwell, years further on I can hear you in the echoes like a distant song When the clock hits 6:07 or I see that sign again I remember how it felt to be your almost then
