Lyric

Almost sent it to you

For no reason

Saw something funny on the train

Typed your name, erased it twice

Passed the place we talked about

Slowed down without knowing why

Took a picture of the window

Like I had to show it to you

I don’t wait around

That’s not what I do

So why does every little thing

Keep making room for you?

When did I start

Leaving every Friday free?

When did your maybe

Start sounding like a plan to me?

I was good alone

Never waited on a name

Now my phone lights up

And I hope it’s yours again

Took my usual seat for one

Left the chair across from me

Someone asked if I was waiting

Took too long to disagree

A friend brought up your name

I said, “No, it’s not like that”

Way too fast, way too certain

Like I had to take it back

Maybe I was fine before

Maybe fine was all I knew

Maybe nothing changed at all

Maybe I just noticed you

When did I start

Leaving every Friday free?

When did your maybe

Start meaning this much to me?

I was good alone

Or at least that’s what I thought

Now I’m almost home

And you’re the first one that I call

I don’t know what this is yet

Don’t know what to call it

When did I start

When did I start all this?