[Spoken, radio static under]
Late call, Bronx rain on the bay doors…
If you hear this, I’m between tones—just… say something.
[Verse]
Met you on a Tuesday, A-shift bleeding into C
You said I never text back, I said I barely sleep
Sirens in my ribcage, coffee on my teeth
Whole city on my shoulders while you’re asking what we be
I’m charting on an ePCR, feelings in the notes
Vitals stable, mine ain’t—every time your number glows
We had plans for Sunday brunch, then Sunday turned to smoke
And I’m backboard-flat with truth I’m scared to let you know
[Hook]
Love don’t wait for green lights, it hits like it owns the road
Heart talk in the back of the rig, secrets nobody knows
I can splint what’s broke in a limb, but not the break in my soul
If you want me, say so—before dispatch says go
[Verse]
You want flowers and a forecast, I got rain and alarms
You want certainty and weekends, I got scars on my arms
Trauma shears on the key ring, keep cutting off my past
Tried to pad all the sharp words, but gauze don’t make it last
BPM spikes when you call, I pace the bay and pray
Twelve-lead won’t read love right—just shows I’m out of shape
You say I live for strangers; I say I live to save
But who saves me from the ache that’s waiting off the pave?
[Bridge]
I got a habit of kissing goodnights through a NARCAN dawn
I got a playlist of us on repeat when the city yawned
If I say I’m on my way, it’s either lights or it’s love—
Either way, I’m pulling up, hoping it’s enough
[Hook]
Love don’t wait for green lights, it hits like it owns the road
Heart talk in the back of the rig, secrets nobody knows
I can splint what’s broke in a limb, but not the break in my soul
If you want me, say so—before dispatch says go
[Outro]
Bay doors open—cold air, warm doubt
If you call, I’ll answer, no matter the route
But if we flatline tonight and the story times out…
Please know I tried to resuscitate us on every round.
