Crowded Elevator

Fifteen minutes to six and fourteen floors to go

Thirteen suited strangers make a crowded elevator slow

And I've got a million words and phases on the tip of my tongue

For the only non stranger next to me soon she'll know

Let em stare

If I could

I think I would give in

And let you in on how I feel

I need to spill

Let it all out right now

And expose every inch in front of them

Twelve more floors

And your eyes in mine are all I need to come clean

Or should I wait until the lobby

And spare the lives of some twenty six nervous eyes

Being occupied by the little red numbers passing by

If I wait one minute longer

I think I will die

Let em stare

If I could

I think I would give in

And let you in on how I feel

I need to spill

Let it all out right now

Expose every inch in front of them