Backseat Daydream

You call me when the daylight thins

Say you're tired of the same old spins

I slam my laptop, grab my keys

Let corridor noise fall to a breeze

You tap a rhythm on the wheel

Saying, "Tell me somethin' that feels real."

I laugh it off but my chest snaps tight—

Two drifters chasing the same late night

Street signs flicker like a film worn through

Both of us running from the déjà vu

So we lean back—backseat daydream

Heartbeats hitting like a drum machine

Windows down, let the worry scream

We're alive in the in-between

Yeah, lean back—backseat daydream

Riding on a one-note synth motif

Let the night write over what we believe

'Til the noise outside retreats

You talk about a one-way flight

Cutting every maybe from your sight

I joke I'll come just to keep you near—

But the thought hits sharper in my ear

We sip from a gas-station cup

Neon buzzing, never bright enough

You trace a future on the fog-streaked pane

Half of it hope, half unrestrained

Say we're lost, but we're right on time—

Running every red light in our minds

So we lean back—backseat daydream

Heartbeats hitting like a drum machine

Windows down, let the doubt unspool

For a moment we outrun rules

Yeah, lean back—backseat daydream

Same old town with a warped new sheen

When the daylight asks who we're meant to be

We'll remember how the night set us free

If tomorrow pulls us tight again

Clock hands shouting their demands—

Promise me when the static breaks through

You'll remember this ride with the volume glued

Lean back—backseat daydream

Heartbeats synced to the drum machine