[Verse 1]
2 a.m. on a weekday
Same bar, same torn-up booth
Phone face down on the table
Tryna outrun truth
Neon open sign keeps flickerin'
Like it’s tryna send me home
But the stool feels like confession
And this whiskey feel like hope
[Chorus]
It’s 2 a.m. on a weekday
I should be gone, but I stay
Talkin’ to this empty glass
Like it’s you, like it’s you
I keep swearin’ I’ll change lanes
Still drivin’ down the same way
Heart on E, but I press gas
Straight to you, straight to you (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Buddy say I’m on a landslide
Work at eight, but I’m here late
Rum and coke on my left side
On the right, your empty space
Your name buzzes in my pocket
Just a ghost on the cracked screen
Hit delete, then I hit “call”
Guess I’m caught in the in-between (uh)
[Chorus]
It’s 2 a.m. on a weekday
I should be gone, but I stay
Talkin’ to this empty glass
Like it’s you, like it’s you (oh)
I keep swearin’ I’ll change lanes
Still drivin’ down the same way
Heart on E, but I press gas
Straight to you, straight to you
[Bridge]
Maybe I’m addicted to the damage
Livin’ off the echoes of your name (your name)
Tell me why the quiet feels the loudest
Soon as all the daylight fades
[Chorus]
It’s 2 a.m. on a weekday
I should be gone, but I stay
Talkin’ to this empty glass
Like it’s you, like it’s you (like it’s you)
I keep swearin’ I’ll change lanes
Still drivin’ down the same way
If lovin’ you’s a lost cause
I’ll lose again, I’ll lose again (hey)
[Outro]
2 a.m. on a weekday
Bar lights up, they cut the song
I walk out, still hum your memory
Take you with me, all night long