The late-night missed calls Is she in the room with us now, baby? Asking feels wrong I usually play it off like nothing, nothing You got a past, I got one too But mine doesn't know what I'm up to I wanna become collected and cool Truth is, I'm scared to ask you If you're in your car, cramming every lie Speeding, while the past echoes in your mind And if it feels like hope, pulling in her driveway If you're getting close, please don't Please don't Spinning me out Close my eyes and I can feel her right here Oh, I don't even know what's real, but If you're at her door, in the pouring rain Tryna find the words, calling out her name And if the light turns on, she's there at the window If you're getting close, please Leave the past alone (leave it alone) Some doors should stay closed (leave the door closed) Nothing in there for you (nothing in there for you) Please don't (please don't) If you're on her bed, reaching for her hand Studying her face, and it all takes you back If you're leaning in, and everything rewinds If you're getting close, please don't Please don't, please don't