Hey… you look tired. C’mon, get in.

Don’t need words yet, just breathe again.

I’ll drive slow through the sleeping town,

Let the streetlights talk us down.

You can pick the song, or hum your own,

We got nowhere we need to go.

Your silence says more than you know,

So I’ll keep the windows low.

You don’t have to fix the day,

You don’t have to smile that way.

Just tell me everything —

The half-truths, the little dreams.

All the things you never say aloud,

You can pour ‘em out right now.

I’ll catch every word, my dear,

No judgment, just ears and gears.

You’re my favorite kind of sound —

When the world dies down.

I love when you lose your train of thought,

Mid-sentence, when your guard gets caught.

You look out the window, chasing stars,

And start confessing who you are.

Your voice could fill an empty town,

Turn the quiet all around.

And I’ll keep driving just to hear

That laugh cut through the atmosphere.

You don’t have to make it neat,

You don’t owe the world complete.

Just tell me everything —

The fears, the breaks, the in-betweens.

I don’t care if it’s messy or wild,

I just love the way you sound alive.

Let your words drift with the rain,

Let the echoes say your name.

You’re my favorite kind of peace —

When the chaos sleeps.

We’ll stop at that all-night store,

Grab coffee, maybe talk some more.

I’ll listen till the dawn cuts through —

The static hum, and me and you.

So, hey… tell me everything.

The good, the bad, the trembling.

You’re safe here, my favorite human being —

Just be.