Lyric

You keep saying

“It’s okay.”

“No need to rush.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

I glance at the clock

You’re already

At our usual restaurant

My phone lights up

A photo of the table

Two glasses

“I already ordered for us.”

I type back

“I’ll be done

In a little bit.”

I stare at the screen

I’m nowhere near done

Your reply comes in

“Don’t worry about it.”

When you say things like that

I just feel guilty

You’re the kind of person

Who says

“It’s okay.”

And somehow

That makes me feel worse

It’s not that

I don’t want to see you

I really do

Want to be there

That’s what’s

So frustrating

Warm Fender Rhodes, muted guitar and bass

You call

“Think you can make it?”

“Yeah.”

“How much longer?”

I look at the work

Right in front of me

Silence

Then—

“It’s okay

I’ll wait a little longer.”

“Hey...”

You go quiet

“It’s not really okay

Is it?

I’m sorry

It’s always like this.”

It would almost be easier

If you just asked

“Should I go home?”

But you wait for me

I love that about you

And somehow

That makes this

Even harder

You’re the kind of person

Who says

“It’s okay.”

But tonight

I wanted

To get this right

I almost wish

You’d told me

I was too late

I know

That’s selfish

Your kindness

Hurts a little

Too much tonight

[Outro]

I can finally

Go see you

I grab my bag

And run downstairs

I push through

The glass doors—

And there you are

Hands in your pockets

Waiting for me

You see me

And smile

I stop

For a second

And suddenly

I know exactly

Where I wanted to be